Rigor Mortis

BITCH THIS DONT MEAN SHIT TO ME
SINK ME DOWN IN SICILY
ID RATHER POP AMPHETAMINES
AND POUR UP ON THAT MESSY DRANK
PUT ME DOWN IN HISTORY
LEANING LIKE THE TOWER BE
I RUN IT TILL YOU MENTION ME
AND PUT EM OUT THEY MISERY
TAKING SOME TIME TO SAY
WHAT THEY MAY
(I CANT HEAR EM THO)
RIDING ROUND REAL LATE
TRYNA ESCAPE
(I CANT EVEN GO)
FUCK WHAT THE DEAL TAKE
IMA MAKE
(YOU DONT EVEN KNOW)
I NEED THAT SEAL BREAK
BY THE CASE
(CHETTA WANT SOME MORE)
IS IT MY TIME
OFF IN MY PRIME
WAITING ON MINE
GIVE ME A GLIMPSE AND IM FINE
SMOKING ON KIND FEELINGS ASIDE
FEEL LIKE IM READY TO RIDE
READY TO DIE
FUCK ALL THAT HATING IM FINE
FUCK ALL THAT WAITING IM TRYING
TAKING A SIGN
SCRAPPING THE PLATE TRYNA DINE
SHAVING THE LINE
RUN ME THAT SAFE AND IM FINE
PULL UP WITH WEIGHT IN THEM TIRES
SLAY WITH THAT IRON
BOOLING OUT WAITING TO SHINE
SIPPING THE SODA LIKE WINE
FEELING DIVINE
NEED LIKE AN EIGHT IN THAT LIME
I AINT WITH WAITING IN LINE
RAISING THE CRIME
EVERY TIME I BE OUTSIDE
NEVER THE TYPE TRYNA HIDE
BABY IM FINE