You ever wake up and wanna slit your wrists Your daughter start acting like that awful bitch I got the ak-47 tatted on my stomach If that nigga ratted put 3 in his stomach In my hood niggas kill for practice Trap star mutilated money in the mattress 'cause, 'cause Ain't no love the trigga ain't got names Haze and hennessy wash up all the pain Homocide wash up all the blood stains Dead nigga washed up in a new range I wake up to the new york post At her sweet 16 a girl shot in her throat My homie bitten, he a menatnce man from the island Sins forbidden but the nigga keep wyling So much weed I wonder who seed is So much hoes I'm acting conceited