MUPP - Я потерян

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming, "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say, "I need prayer, " all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passé
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh, "Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
Scarecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho
Prolly cop a scrip of roxys (Wait we got)
Prolly cop a (Fuck, are we doin this bullshit)
Prolly cop a, prolly prolly
Prolly cop a scrip of roxys oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodging all these bodies
Body bag em in the lobby droppin' adderall in alcohol
And then I pop a fucking oxy
I'm a zombie, I'm a motherfucker dead man walking
Speak on oddy name
It's jus another dead man talkin'
Got these dead man stalkin'
Copy silhouette, chalky
Typing out your problems
Just another red handed hawking
Cherry flavored dick
Ruby got these chicken heads squawking
Do it how I does it
Yeah, fuck the way they say, they taught me
Please, just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases so y'all yet the fuck off me
Only saying cheese when I ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze, command delete
On this fuckin' paparazzi offspring