[Hook]
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
[Verse 1]
I done came to this conclusion
My decision is I've gotta end it all
Ain't a life for me that I can see
Hell is where a playas stuck, never free, never leave
Death is my escape and I've been racing to the finish G
Jealous, sheisty criminals is all around
All these laws is plotting, tell the killers not to waste they rounds
Lay myself up in the ground
Playa went to S and K the other day
Bought myself the funeral suit so you ain't gotta worry troop
Took a couple pictures with my momma, duke
Ain't no sense in making her last image of me dying in my blood and puke
Ain't her fault I took that route
Everything I earned is from the way I see it:
You can’t trust your fellow man, the government, or even Jesus
Rather blow my head to pieces, playa ain't no turning back
Sitting in my room I’m mixing pills, don't know how long I'll last
Time to grab that baby mac, gotta put my ass to sleep
Sweating on the grip I put that burner up on to my cheek
Hoping that my nerves will twitch and let me squeeze that trigger twice
Feeling like a nervous bitch but I just got to roll the dice
Take my life, pressed it to my temple flip the safety and let off a shot
Heard a pop, hope to God my pain will stop
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
All they, all they ever see is hideous disfigurements
[Verse 1]
I done came to this conclusion
My decision is I've gotta end it all
Ain't a life for me that I can see
Hell is where a playas stuck, never free, never leave
Death is my escape and I've been racing to the finish G
Jealous, sheisty criminals is all around
All these laws is plotting, tell the killers not to waste they rounds
Lay myself up in the ground
Playa went to S and K the other day
Bought myself the funeral suit so you ain't gotta worry troop
Took a couple pictures with my momma, duke
Ain't no sense in making her last image of me dying in my blood and puke
Ain't her fault I took that route
Everything I earned is from the way I see it:
You can’t trust your fellow man, the government, or even Jesus
Rather blow my head to pieces, playa ain't no turning back
Sitting in my room I’m mixing pills, don't know how long I'll last
Time to grab that baby mac, gotta put my ass to sleep
Sweating on the grip I put that burner up on to my cheek
Hoping that my nerves will twitch and let me squeeze that trigger twice
Feeling like a nervous bitch but I just got to roll the dice
Take my life, pressed it to my temple flip the safety and let off a shot
Heard a pop, hope to God my pain will stop
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