April Mourning

Blood dripping off my braids Persuade 'em with the blade Bitch, I call a spade a spade There ain't no need for throwing shade You know I keep that contraband $uicide in high demand Keep a hand full of them xans And a fully loaded mag' Afterlife pimpin', got them rims on a casket Bitches on my mattress Fuck 'em all backwards Walking corpse, stalking courts Show 'em no remorse Corner store, sippin' fours Fresh up off a tour, bitch Tulip flower petals shower me in slow motion While I'm blowing on some sour D Fuck an idol, no one towers over me Hopefully, openly talking 'bout all Of my emotions Ocean deep, sink into the bottom Opening up all my fucking problems Bitch, I promise I'll become forgotten Rotten fucking spotted on the concrete Six times three if I was a key on the board I'd probably be delete or escape Either way, you're pressing me, uh --- April Mourning - $uicideBoy$