SMOKE MYSELF 2 DEATH

[Intro: 5'4]
I would smoke myself to death
I would smoke myself to death
I would smoke myself to death
Smoke myself to death

[Chorus: 5'4]
If I had the option I would smoke myself to death
Pussboi you ain't my friend I carve my name inside your chest
I was running through them trenches with them whippets on my chest
Why you catch me at my low but never see me at my best

[Verse 1: SXUM]
Tryna stain me for my green I made a scene it's painted red
Yeah these bullets likе my thoughts I'm walking out one in the head
And thеy really green with envy make an enemy from a friend
Let the flames take them or me I don't even care it's gotta end
Yeah we all slowly eroding each day closer to our death
But I can expedite the process like who want it bitch who next
Get ya smoked up like a 3.5 when this gen 5 burn your flesh
Leave him laying like the road he got a pothole in his chest
My boy be T'd to go he finna throw I nod my head
And if you take that risk with me then you know I'm breaking bread
And all my brothers free only thing locked up is my dreads
He want that S-M-O-K-E till it's aimed up at his head
And I the target of your mission damn, incomplete again
He thought he bring that smoke to me ain't it a bitch took him instead
I guess the path to opposition not a route I'd recommend
I just pull the smoke in deeper this might be my final breathe, go

[Chorus: 5'4]
If I had the option I would smoke myself to death
Pussboi you ain't my friend I carve my name inside your chest
I was running through them trenches with them whippets on my chest
Why you catch me at my low but never see me at my best

[Verse 2: 5'4]
If I had the option I'd be president, start a whole new regiment
Bitch I'm at your residence
This ak like to talk it finish mothafuckas sentences
Mothafuck your sentencing, go and change your preferences
And imma smoke until I D-I-E
She just want the T-I-P
Wear to god she turn into a star up on that DVD
Every day I'm on a different drug just like some DLC
And I'm training zombies in this bitch I got on PHD
Burn mothafucka, burn mothafucka, burn
Face on the fucking, face on the fucking curb
Gas up in this blunt I air it out I'm skating vert
Fingers changing colors breaking down all of this purp

[Bridge: 5'4]
And if I die today this be the last thing that I said
I put money on the table put a price up on your head
I been doing drugs and rapping with the monsters in my shed
All I see is red, smoke until I'm head

[Chorus: 5'4]
If I had the option I would smoke myself to death
Pussboi you ain't my friend I carve my name inside your chest
I was running through them trenches with them whippets on my chest
Why you catch me at my low but never see me at my best