TrespassersWillBeShot,SurvivorsWillBeShotAgain

My brain's somewhat a tragedy Lungs made out of Grabba Leaf Gloves, so nobody trackin' me Mask, so nobody after me Broke, so we had to scrap for cheese Rich, so now they all askin' me Bitch, no you cannot shack wit' me These bitches they all be harassin' me Pick up the phone and I'm swipin' on BONES So I know that there ain't no one matchin' me Love all my copies, I love all my clones Come out to my show and come rap for me Put on a wig and throw on some boots Stomp on the stage and keep one of the troops Wanna be me 'cause you dumb as a bitch, but ignorance bliss Bitch, I wish I was you 25-8, bladеs I could skate While she lyin' on my gravе, while her mans steady hate Makin' love to my headstone, tryna dig my body up Tryna meet me in the afterlife Pull the trigger and got up outta there (what?) Bitch, suck my dick, set the clip when I let that bitch R.I.P Bodies droppin', bitches trip All I know is I ain't goin' too Bitch, suck my dick, set the clip when I let that bitch R.I.P Bodies droppin', bitches trip Better get reapin' what I sow lil' bitch