$uicideboy$ The Thin Grey Line

Back in the house with a '94 (You did good, $lick) Grey-Grey Five Nine Grey-Grey Five Nine I-I-I feel like Princess Peach, rose gold on my Mercedes (Uh) Rose gold on my bitch, lookin' like her name Mercedes (Yeah, yeah) I need a ho who down, one who'll ask, "What up, ladies?" (What up?) Switched out the friendly smile with a face that reads, "Fuck you, pay me" (Two to beam up, Scotty) Ain't got rabies, I just overdose off coke and dope, I know they hopе I died (Yeah, yeah) My back is achin' from holdin' thе underground down ever since we dropped "High Tide" (Yeah, sheesh) Standin' in my grave like I ain't 5'9 (Grey) One more minute 'til the hours done, I'll take my time (Fuck off) Fake my pride, it's really all about state of mind Reality reflectin' the state of your nervous system Listenin' in on your bitchin', it sounds like you belong in the kitchen I ain't got time (Nah) Sui-suicide made a whole culture that's based on dyin' (Yeah) Another cult member showed up early just so they could wait in line Wetto in that TRX, higher than a upper deck The way she suck my dick, I'm rubberneckin' at her rubber neck (Yeah) Christians holler, "What the heck?" I call me to cut my check Overdosin' off the dope and still ain't feelin' nothin' yet (Okay, okay, okay) (Two to beam up, Scotty) Glock 19 with the red dot beam Fuck rap, when I'm shootin', I'm at my best Police come, take the AK out Aim that motherfucker straight right at his chest (Brrt) Talking 'bout killin' got my dick gettin' hard Smoke got me paranoid, so I smoke some more When they bury me put the scripts in my jacket Hoes in my casket, think I need four? (Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, walkin' this beat (North) Face lookin' like ain't nothin' I ain't seen (North, North) Dogs in my lungs every time that I breathe (North, North) I'm a fiend for the war, I'ma breed they can't be (North, North) Say what I mean, lie when I speak (North, North) If an opp die before we can meet (North, North) I'll catch him in hell and I'll send him to Heaven (North, North) Not even his God can fuckin' protect him (North, North) Got bitches that love me that I don't remember (North, North) My gang members 'round me in every direction, it's su– (North, North) Grey-Grey Five Nine