hella good but there needs to be a pause here before it hits

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL

I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (II)

I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel II

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (II)

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

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I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

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PART I: NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

reach into my pocket and i grab a couple crumpled hunnids
weed look like some crumbled hunnids
blunted out the fuzz is hunting
paranoia turn my stomach
H1 Hummer
rough and rugged
desert camo trunk to the front end
shirt unbuttoned
seat adjusted
100 mph bitch i seem accustomed to life in the fast lane
nothing in the motherfucking gas tank
dumping ashes and laughing
fucking ducking what comes from the government
peeling out into the sunset
eyes so low look like a sunset

[HOOK:
GREYFIVENINE BITCH I SIGNED MY LIFE AWAY]

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

back on my bullshit
know how to pimp it
put my foot on the fucking brakes
signed up for a life
became yung christ
all i got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $UICIDE
fuck this ego
fuck this pride
easily execution on my side
homicide homicide
what we used to all the time
we in the benz off the benzos
our depression clinical

PART II: TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED

[VERSE I: LIL 2/3RDS]

meet me by the moon
half past dusk
back from the dust
cut throat he love them drugs and guns
chilling in the cut
got about 20K and a gun
got a pile of adderall
cigarette butts
everyday adds up
do i look like a give a fuck?
every day of every month
bloody nights turn bloodier
death could be right in front of you
still wouldn't recognize her
got a death list that some still got to catch this
best put the tec quick
die bitch!

[VERSE II: 7th WARD DRAGON]

you ever had to dig your own grave?
live your life with no name
backwood full of romaine
okay
'96 benz with the cocaine paint hoe
high until my death i got the propane tank low
gas seeping all over the house until my say so
light the fucking match now the tank blow
so glad i stayed home
someone call the cops from the payphone
flames all around me
man i hoping they fucking drown me
crown made of ashes only way they fucking found me
forget about me
only way you might not feel so lousy
forget about me
on my own head i would have priced a bounty

PART III: MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

and for my last trick i don't think i'm cut off for this rap shit
$UICIDE i fucking scream it from the rooftop
the only thing i ever did worth mentioning ever since slick burned me a CD of lil wayne
that shit prolly still in my boom box
but now a days i can walk into an establishment and select myself on the fucking jukebox
if i wanted to cop a black countach
drive that shit like 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car
now i think i'm wanted too

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

i'm on that lean
yeah that drank
i'm on them bars
don't want to think
i'm on that loud
amphetamines got no time for sleep
lost in my thoughts
i don't know who a friend and who a enemy
nerves real disturbed
down from head to toe
ever feel like sometimes you got to let it go?
plenty days i thought this shit was over
creator of the movement
creator of the music
still feel like i'm losing

I Want to Die In New Orleans

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (IV)

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