Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can’t Afford $uicideboy$

[Intro: Lil Buck, & Kocane Wayne]
Smoked out (You did good, $lick)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
(It's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out, smoked out, loced out
I'm so–I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out
Smoked out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: $crim]
I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59 and that's 'til we die (Gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, snort an M-3-0
Mane, your gang don't want thе smoke
Still pissed at my daddy that he nuttеd in my momma (Fuck)
Crashing 911's, boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (Yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm fuckin' out of reach (North, north)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern bloc (North, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (North, north)
Skip off singin', "La-di-da", while their body rot (North, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now?
Reaper screamin' "Stop!"
'Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent (Yeah)
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (Damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (Yeah), the B now stands for business (For what?)
Fuck the industry 'cause G*59 is for the children (Yeah, what?)