DEAD WITHOUT ME!

[Intro]
I love you Sadtrojan
(Bitch, fah!)

[Chorus: Sadtrojan]
Fuck what you said about me
Know that deep down inside you’d be dead without me
I’ll remember the people that really doubt me
Got a future that’s bright and your future cloudy
And my money gon’ talk, it gon' do it loudly
Cut a bitch off and I do it proudly
Good energy what I keep around me
I cannot fuck with 'em in my county
Bitch, I’m putting it on
Do it for the one playing my song
I told shorty I can’t do no wrong
Tryna make it, I gotta move on
Tryna make it, girl, it won’t be long
My Own Worst Enemy like DC The Don (huh)
Paper been coming along
Believe in the vision real strong (yuh)

[Verse 1: Sadtrojan]
No, we not connecting
I’m hot, 97
I buy out the mall, bitch, I do that with Devin
I need me a second
Best step down, I reckon
Don’t ask me no question
I feel like I’m Kevin no Kevin Eleven
I pulled up with metal then send you to Heaven
I forgot to mention
Your bitch be obsessin’
I taught her a lesson
Now she finna bless me
No, you cannot tell by my facial expression
I don’t give a fuck about shit that you reppin’
This racist bitch don’t like Hispanics, but I’m an exception
My bitch got depression
Bitch, I use protection
I show no affection
They look my direction
I walk in the section
Man, fuck the election
Lil Trojan for president
Fuck my intention
I feel like an alien, different dimension, huh
Damn, I gotta be honest
Straight out of my town, I know I’m the hardest
Out of my class, bitch, I’m going the farthest
Can’t make that shit up, I said it’s a promise, huh
Rocking the designer garments
You get hit with the K, no apartments
Yeah, that shorty gon' fuck with the artist
Go to Walmart, say "Fuck my department"

[Verse 2: Yvng MC]
Lately I been on some heavy shit, deadly shit
Entitled bitches ain't getting shit
Debt a bitch
Every nigga thinking they deserve etiquette
Heavy stepper, nigga
You won't be getting shit
Definite, I'ma get excellent head and shit
From your bitch, but I won't hit cause I'm celibate
Dedicate this dick to when you said I ain't shit
Every stroke issa lick, I'm in some vengeance shit
"How to get her to text back?", searching ass
Nerd nigga think he red pill with your lurking ass
SGP goated, you fat with your burger ass
Incel motherfucker, you sad with your hurting ass
You the type nigga buy your bitch a Birkin bag
I'm the type nigga take her ass to Burlington
Dress for less, bitch, five dollars, get a shirt with that
How you spiritual but be in your whoring bag?

[Chorus: Sadtrojan]
Fuck what you said about me
Know that deep down inside you’d be dead without me
I’ll remember the people that really doubt me
Got a future that’s bright and your future cloudy
And my money gon’ talk, it gon' do it loudly
Cut a bitch off and I do it proudly
Good energy what I keep around me
I cannot fuck with 'em in my county
Bitch, I’m putting it on
Do it for the one playing my song
I told shorty I can’t do no wrong
Tryna make it, I gotta move on
Tryna make it, girl, it won’t be long
My Own Worst Enemy like DC The Don (huh)
Paper been coming along
Believe in the vision real strong (yuh)