[Verse I: Yung $no]
six-six-six
hanging on the noose
like im depending on it with my life
but suicide is what I choose, 
to tell the truth 
I rather not have a knife to make it loose
instead I’d trade it for a gucci belt or something cool
then ya say you can’t get it with some lame
excuse
bitch don’t get confused
might light a fuse you can’t defuse
bitch better put your hands up before I shoot
cause I think your time is due
it’s time for you
to get the fuck up-up-up out of my face
unless you wanna rest in peace bitch
while I rot away in the waves of pain
getting buried under grains of sand
while my head exposing my brain
course matter grey, 
no need for a blinker when im stranding in my own lane
rather rot in my grave instead; insane I’ll remain

[Verse II: Lil Trauma]
you know I got some bad habits 
and mental issues
call me a dope addict
when I smoke I turn into Vishnu
when a motherfucker turns to see me
they ain’t even quick enough
told this bitch to pipe down
I guess she’s had enough
when you see that red light
everybody rush inside
I don’t think they realize
I smoked to have red eyes
so why do you think i’m so gone?
maybe that’s why im in the wrong
fuck yo opinion ima hit this bong
gon’ smoke my problems away until dawn

Where’d that come from? How’d that get there?[Prod. XanaxBrothers]

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