[Intro: $LICK $LOTH]

Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'

$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care—

Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been?

R.I.P $lick $loth



[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]

Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body

Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy)

White boy with the nappy hair

Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh

Bunch of all you thirsty

Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass

Boy, get off this playa's nuts

Test yo' luck, might catch slugs

This that middle finger up

Shit, fuck a bitch

And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it

Tell me really

(How does it feel?)

If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living

Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage

Fuck you punks, we stock weapons

.47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck

Cut Throat, boy

There's more than one reason that I'm a—



[Verse 2: YUNG $NOW]

Broke boy, ain't broke

I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe

But for now the loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets

Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes

Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah

Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow

Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow

But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick

Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport

The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a whore

Now I'm smokin' more ports

And I'm closer to death than I was when I was poor

Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch

I'll die from being bored

(He'll die from bein' bored!)

Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord

Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord

Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue

Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword

Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn