Black Beard

I got this nine on my side every time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Cruising by with the shine on my teeth and on my wrist
I try to run, try to hide, but I can’t escape the grip
Grabbin' the ratchet then go Casper, disappear into the night
I got wings but I can’t fly, just broken bones that’s from my spine
Broken phones, ghosts on my line
Home alone, ghosts in my mind
Blow my dome, it’s $uicide
Down below where I reside
Send 'em in the fucking flames, got a tank full of propane
No name on my grave, gold chain collectin' dust
I ain’t tryna shine, I’m tryna light this fuckin' blunt
Hoes saying, «let me puff"—bitch, get the fuck up off of my dick
Go holler at $lick, he’ll tell you the same
I ain’t got time for a bitch, I be that dead pimp
Broke, hit a lick, hoe
Sinkin' like a lead blimp
Goat bled, sins shed
Chokin', I’ma overdose, I’m hoping I don’t get sick