WTWB

Die to my mother fuckin pistol (hey)
Free my big bro
From the system (aye)
Send bombs
To the government officials (mane)
Patronize lil lives
You'll get richer (aye)
Glock on my lap
See patrol lights hit
Blade on my wrist
And I might just slit
Dying on my mind
That's my program bitch
Suicide
End my life
That's some light work

When I die
Take a couple fuckin pictures Aye
Post that shit
On the Internet okay
Mangled up corpse
And no blurry face
One of my cock
So my girl can play

Scheming
Till the muhfuckin
World knows uh
Dreaming
Till my pockets all filled
Uh-huh
Got a fire I gotta fill
Can't miss
Nah-uh
Takin lives for sums bills
Yeah huh

Live by the die by sword mhm
Oh a child? thats a kill
No morals no more
Get us numb
Till we can't seem to feel
Oh-no
Televise our demise
Watch the world burn