Текст песни Weightoven - Black Smurf , $uicideboy$
I
be
like
"Fuck
the
world
and
everybody
in
it"
sometimes
At
times
I
feel
like
I′m
alone
like
all
my
friends
in
my
mind
Say
Hustle
God,
got
street
cred
boy
I
never
fell
out
my
grind
The
most
respected
in
this
shit
just
to
walk
in
the
skies
Could
tell
I
ain't
afraid
to
shoot
ya
from
the
look
in
this
eye
Maybe
if
I
do
bands
up,
show
him
a
glimpse
of
that
side
My
father
outside
he′s
ever
spot
you
sparkin'
you
catch
that
fire
If
I
burn
you
third
degree
you
may
or
may
not
survive
Puss
Smoking
bitch
I
got
the
same
plug
as
Spit
Vicious
24K
fuck
off
bitch
Yeah
the
blunt
tastes
like
gold
it's
delicious
Keep
on
talking
boy
we
know
that
you
a
pussy
you
fictitious
Ratting
out
a
woadie
for
a
bag
of
silver
you
Judas-ish
I
do
this
shit
Hustle
Fam
ambitious
Slit
wrist
fisting
bitches
I
ain′t
fresh
to
death
My
death
is
fresh
I′m
so
clean
but
still
got
glitches
Digging
in
a
grave
bitch
I'm
looking
for
the
riches
Just
another
day
high
as
fuck
Ridin′
round
blowing
pounds
with
the
windows
up
I'm
just
addicted
to
drugs
but
I
ain′t
ever
giving
up
You
ever
walk
up
in
a
room
and
see
no
face
you
can
trust?
Treat
these
hoes
how
I
want
Shoot
motherfuckers
for
fun
If
I
was
you
I
wouldn't
smoke
with
Me
you
never
know
whats
up
in
my
blunt
I
was
taught
to
rob
and
serve
Make
a
sucker
bite
the
curb
Walking
slow
and
talking
slurred
Spilling
syrup
on
my
shirt
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