Kill Me!

X me out

Always runs his mouth about,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

I stop for a second, bitches yellin proceed, i kinda underfed the crowd,