{Intro}
Yung Lan on the track
{?}
{Chorus}
I hit the milly rock right on this b*tch
Feel like a Corpse fan, slit on my wrist
ni**a write it down she on a death list
I get so much b*tches they wanted a kiss
I hit the milly rock right on this b*tch
Feel like a Corpse fan, slit on my wrist
ni**a write it down she on a death list
I get so much b*tches they want a kiss
{Post-Chorus}
Told her if I die they wouldn't care
Told her if I die they would still diss
Told her if I die they don't be fair
Told her if I die I would be missed
{Verse}
Why you hatin' on me, I don't know you
They really hate me I put em' in the bluе
Yea that picture was fake, I don't know all of you
Yеa that picture was fake, I don't know all of you
That was just me & myself
Eddies got me higher than a shelf