Bitch im on fire like im breathing propane
Im from the trenches thats why i dont know pain
Dont try to play i already know u aint got no game
No name i got mud in my backstory no shame
Pictures in my mind they all got no frame
Yall got bags on ur head all the shit i got to claim
I keep all my scars visible why u think im not the same
Why you think im insane
Bless me father im a sinner
Im on ice thats getting thinner
I need my pockets fat as fuck
Ion want them getting thinner
Momma im a savage i dont wanna be me not anymore
Empty vessel dropping dead on the floor
Bullets made from lead passing through my head
Proof that i fight a war
Red roses on the bed green pockets full of bread
Im broken down to my core
Assembling the pieces now you see a legend
I make no sense with all this money on my mind
I cant stop myself not even for a second
Im irreplaceable someone like me is hard to find
If u dont see that open ur eyes ur fucking blind
Imma make all of this work yall gon see the grind
You see the grind dont you
Vv's blind on you
When i slide on you
Death im tied onto
Tied onto death baby siamese twin shit
Feel like the fat fuck all i do is win shit
I could never lose cuz i come from slums
Heroin needles in the arms colour plum
You either must be blind or a dumb
Take em to ER they wanna play numb
With a number the highest of Seitre
Make a hit or a lick i just say baby
They bringing me the money retriever type
You catching all the bullets receiver type
Im from the cold bae shiver type
Purp in the cup fuck my liver type
You see the grind dont you
Vv's blind on you
When i slide on you
Death im tied onto