SOUTH OF THE STRIP

[Verse 1]
Don't you just hate it that everyone faking but everyone waiting for faces
I didn't think I would make it
I didn't think I was making it out
Still don't sit with my back to the wall
[?] clicking my jaw
[?] right next to the rocket right next to the fucking trap fall

[Interlude]
I'm red
[?]
Killing the people that [?]
[?]
Sleeping in my tomb
Guess I better make some room
[?]

[Verse 2]
Still gotta blade
Still gotta cake
Still gotta attitude bitch
I feel insane
Push you away, I ain't just acting rude bitch
I'm on the coke I'm ruthless
[?] I'm down like 2 sips
The devil he just took deuces
Always telling me where that deuce is
Can't calm down I'm where the roof is
Can't smoke less I'm where the [?] is
And I [?]
Attacked out of life [?]
I like this when I'm on a new bitch
I like this when I ain't tryna lose it
Do you know me do you know that I'm stupid
I get caught up in all of the bullshit