_UICIDEBOY_ - EITHER HATED OR IGNORED (Lyrics _ Su(MP3_160K)

[00:20.88] Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'

[00:23.63] $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care—

[00:27.86] Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been?

[00:29.87] R.I.P $lick $loth

[00:34.89] Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body

[00:38.36] Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy)

[00:42.85] White boy with the nappy hair

[00:44.88] Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh

[00:47.89] Bunch of all you thirsty

[00:49.36] Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass

[00:53.87] Boy, get off this playa's nuts

[00:55.63] Test yo' luck, might catch slugs

[00:57.84] This that middle finger up

[00:59.62] Shit, fuck a bitch

[01:01.63] And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it

[01:05.12] Tell me really

[01:06.59] (How does it feel?)

[01:07.38] If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living

[01:10.61] Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage

[01:16.12] Fuck you punks, we stock weapons

[01:18.13] .47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck

[01:20.87] Cut Throat, boy

[01:22.63] There's more than one reason that I'm a—

[01:25.12] Broke boy, ain't broke

[01:26.86] I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe

[01:28.37] But for now the loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets

[01:30.34] Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes

[01:31.62] Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah

[01:34.10] Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow

[01:36.12] Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow

[01:38.36] But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick

[01:41.62] Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport

[01:45.37] The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a whore

[01:47.35] Now I'm smokin' more ports

[01:48.59] And I'm closer to death then I was when I was poor

[01:51.60] Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch

[01:56.86] I'll die from being bored

[01:58.36] (He'll die from bein' bored!)

[01:58.87] Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord

[02:03.36] Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord

[02:07.61] Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue

[02:11.60] Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword

[02:15.09] Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn