In Case You Wanna Die

I got the stick, in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got the trig, in case you wanna die
I got the grip and I’m chippin' the sky
I got the stick, in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got my brat, chillin' right by my side
I got the gat, killin' bright through the night
No hate though
Just fuckin' hate speech
Had a threesome with three
No shit, Sherlock, with two
Got the world locked for you
Cause I do what I do
Cause I do what I must
To keep up with my crew
Throwin' round trust
I got nothing to lose
Truthfully, I’ve lost all my values considered good
I’ve lost all my chancs to stitch up my heart
I talk to the masses to spak for my art
I’m smoking ashes with your name on the what
Your name on the dart
I’m walkin' a couple more blocks
Plus the one in my head
Elliot Smith to the brain
Fixed the writer’s block
Shit is loaded, locked
I’m the one you name
Before you get clocked
I’m the one to blame
I’m the one who knocks
Knock you off your socks
You some fuckin' hogs
They say the walls have ears
No, the walls have mouths
And I’m listenin' to all, it’s sickenin'
Why are these fucking kids gigglin'
And I am the only one witnessin' it
I am just so sick of minglin'
Why do I feel that my face is just tinglin'
Am I scribblin' again
Demons and monsters
The deaths of my siblings again
I got the stick in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
Look for your bitch, find her right by my side
Can’t look at you bitch, cause you’d rather just hide
They showed me their true colors
But I was color blind
Estranged from my half-brothers
And I can’t make my mother smile
Shit
I got the stick, in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got the trig, in case you wanna die
I got the grip and I’m chippin' the sky
I got the stick, in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got my brat, chillin' right by my side
I got the gat, killin' bright through the night
But I’ll make you bleed
And I’ll make you cough
If that’s what you need
Rollin' with the Slavs
What are you doin' Sir
Nothin', I’m just robbing Lucifer
Out here in Jupiter
And when I thought you boys can’t get no stupider
Proved me wrong with the brain mass of a cucumber
Yeah, I had the keys to heavens gates
But they changed the locks
Ever since my soul was filled with hate
Ever since I got into this state
Ever since I froze and hit ignore
Ever since I started plotting late
Ever since that dose just want some more
Ever since I’m noddin' laid back
Stayin' way back
In the four-door
In the Maybach
But I’m war-torn
Where’s my payback
Bitch
I got the stick, in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got the trig, in case you wanna die
I got the grip and I’m chippin' the sky
I got the stick, in case you got the nine (Nine)
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got my brat, chillin' right by my side
I got the gat, killin' bright through the night
I got the stick, in case you got the nine (Nine)
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got the trig, in case you wanna die
I got the grip and I’m chippin' the sky
I got the stick, in case you got the nine (Nine)
I got the clip and I’m sippin' on time
I got my brat, chillin' right by my side
I got the gat, killin' bright through the night