The Crescent Moon And The Rising Sun

Ruby da Cherry, yah, yah, yah, yah, ayy
Ayy, yuh, uh, ayy
Hailing from the Chopper City, weather leaves you hot and sticky
Leopard print, I ain’t no kitty, pussyboys can mock, no pity
Simmer down, bitch, I’m burnin' up in the ash, don’t sift me
Yung Mutt in the cut, gotta duck the fifty, been popped twice
Fuck a cop, nothin' nice comes from the system’s gritty grip
I sip the Uzi, face don’t look so pretty
Bitch, I grip the TEC so loosely, leave you feeling chilly
Bitch, I’m from Gentilly
Don’t want to count a milli', smokin' all my cash in a Philly
Kill me, bitch, I will be free in a world where you can’t bill me, yuh, uh
Nina Simone up in my ear while I debate to take my life
Bunch of voices all I hear, paranoia in my eyes
Got them fuckboys in my sight, bits of organs on my knife
Mirror image from the tinted that reminds me that I’m Christ, sucka
Boogeyman under your covers
I hover above the street gutters, no, there ain’t another
Forever I’m packin' the thunder and snuffer
And popping these uppers, I kill for my brothers
Welcome to the last supper, thanks for coming
Now close the shutters motherfucker, uh