Dead Diary lyrics

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Riding with death, I don't need any friends
None but some killers been boxed in a Benz
All due offense
I'm making money, I don't make amends
While you pretend, I'm moving my knights in a L and I'm dropping this L in your hands
Hold that for me, let me count a couple grand
Shawty pus*y gon' pop while I pop a rubber band
Drop it slow like the hourglass sand
Drop it low like my life till it end
Drop it like these suckas' momma dropped 'em on they head
b*tch, you must be stupid if you f*cking with my bread
I'm on the edge, f*ck that, way off the edge
Already dead, aye
Look in my eyes then you decide
What would I lose now if all of us died?
Learned how to make a pipe bomb, aye
TEC-9 in my right arm, aye
Double barrel in a Gucci duffel, aye
Couple racks for the ones who love me, aye

[Chorus: DEATH+]
Learned how to make a pipe bomb
TEC-9 in my right arm
Double barrel in the Gucci duffel
Couple racks for the one’s who love me
[Verse 2: DEATH+]
Ride around with my eyes low, it's not safe
I been on this sh*t too much, I’m not sick
High octane, too much to take
You think you know but you don’t know a thing
Riding around with a head full of issues, that’s my thing
What happens when I’m out here doesn’t matter anyway
Wanna get away, wanna separate from everybody that I know You’re all my f*cking enemies
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