West End

Aye $lick, it's yo conscience, I see you buildin' up violence

You itchin' to murder, itchin' to murk 'em

You know what I gotta say, "Kill 'em all and get locked away"

Kill yourself and just end this pain, you gon' burn in hell anyway

Fuck the preachers and what they say

Grip the A to the K, and then let it spray

Grip the MAC, grrat! And just go insane

Grab that bitch, fuck her once, and don't ever call

Get that money, then you say, "Fuck 'em, we ball"

They don't want you to win, just always fall

But I'm tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall

Wake up and pop me a Adderall

Wake up and pop me two Adderall

Got the sticks, and we don't let that ladder fall

Back in New Orleans, back in the rat trap

Always stormin' in the springtime, 7th Ward in the storm

Like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in

Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes, don't let the whore in

Bitch, I'm recording, red light

Ruby with a groupie when he tourin' in the foreign

But when he in the 7th, the Lonely Lord is reborn into his final form

Heart stops like a red light

Lead pipe, bash in my skull, smoke a rock of crack

Glass in my gallbladder, cock it back, headlights

Eye contacts very important when you drivin' around in the storm

Ridin' in a Corvette in the 7th Ward, with the 7th Ward Lord, uh

The blood has been poured on the mud

Now we gorge on the flood, lit the torch with the rub, yeah

Aye, yeah, yeah

Aye, aye, aye

Ran up on ya, drugging, slowly shovin' percys in my mouth

Told you, "I'm losing it!"

Clutching the chopper, bitch, ready to eat some shit

Catch me in traffic swervin', chuggin' 40's and bad decisions

Packs of bitches, fuck, I love 'em, fuck 'em, duck 'em

Bitch, I'm runnin' through bodies of oppositions

Taking my position is not existent, bitch, I do this

Ruler of the Misfits, kickin' shit over, out of order, lurkin' Northshore's shadiest

Droppin' bombs where your city is

Respect for nobody, no fair ones I'm calling it now

Not fucking 'round with loaded hammer

I load the Trey-Five-Seven, let you lay long underground

Whippin' the Rover in Boulder, I'm smokin' the finest

While your high school sweetheart handle my pipe like a thief in the night

I'm a thief in the night

I'm a thief in the night

I'm a thief in the night

I'm a thief in the night