Mannequins Are My Best of Friends

Ridin' down the block in a 'Lac Got a Glock in my lap As I holler "Where you at?" No fear of attack Because I know his peers ain't got his back Creepin' and I'm peepin' Now the tank out of gas Head home to the 7th Ward The ride there was fast At last, walkin' into the house I know the moment passed Then I look into the mirror Noticed shattered glass Looking like a spider web caused by a blast Trappin' out the pine box Hades got the block hot Heron in my shoebox, snot with the blood clot Used to sell that dope But still never had no money Slangin' to fill my habit's, addict Servin' up a junkie, i I find it funny when I start To tiptoe with the reaper He start to runnin' 'cause I usually start to beg and plead him To take my soul, take my life Take my last breath He never did, so I took his, and I manifest --- Mannequins Are My Best of Friends - $uicideBoy$