L&S Music Group. Streets raised me. While am I still alive? I don't know. I'm killing myself saying that I won't blow. Life is short and it has no sense that I can't go. No green light, I'ma keep my machine tight. Yeah, cause I refuse to take the blame. All I want is suicide. It ain't safe for you niggas, not even me. I'm living life copping weed while you copping please. I'ma hold shit down, who needs you? Act arrogant, I'll fold your crown. Can I live? I just act whole for advice. Most of y'all done crapped out, I'm still rolling the dice. Full speed in the Ford and I'm focused. Keep it by my side, I gotta see how you approaching. Have you ate up by my public housing roaches? Crack baby flying since five. I was a scarred child coasting. Get a vice grip on life, can't take it no more. He went all out with a mountain of raw. Man, I can barely scratch the surface. Thoughts on a platter just so they can serve it's purpose. D's are the end of day, don't need to be nervous. Some mornings I don't wanna wake up. Dude covering his girl, nevermind the makeup. Death ain't rare, your mind is hooking the sink up. They say heaven's better than earth. Think life is a game, you be the first to perish down in the turf. I hustle, so I gotta bury the bag before I go. The hell would life when I die, y'all put on a show. Suicide music niggas, it's your time, you know. So when I die, y'all put on a show. Suicide music niggas. While am I still alive? I don't know. I'm killing myself, saying that I won't blow. Life is short and it can be hard, who says that I can't go? No green light, I'ma keep my machine tight. Yeah. Cause I refuse to take the blame, little homie, it's a suicide. And I refuse to take the blame, little homie, it's a suicide. Can't win from losing, where I put my switchblade at? I did shows for free, where I get paid at? They called me soft, they said that I won't reel. I could've lost my life, I can't, how old still? One of my dome and now they wanna coattail. My homelessness almost like how dope feel. Family matters for shit, they don't visit me. But when the shit go down, it go down in history. You inviting company over and that's misery. Nobody calls and now you wanna hang yourself, knowing you'll never be rich. And now you need help, dead bodies swimming like Michael Phelps. Homicide mad, another life gone. Dying young dog, tell me if I'm wrong. Suicide.