Outro (HWH7) lyrics
by Griselda
[Monologue: Keisha Plum]
I'm spittin' on n*ggas' souls
Daydreams of bullet holes
Pretty face with a heart made of stone
Sociopath on a throne
And n*ggas still catchin' love Jones
High off Keisha Plum prose
Silk taffeta by Alexander McQueen
Most hated like Idi Amin
n*ggas is phony, they weak to me
Poetry painted like a Paleo masterpiece
Champagne bubble bath, the angel of death sings to me
Hitler Wears Hermes 7, but you won't make it to heaven
Sadistic thoughts like Adolf with a third eye
Pistol down your throat, can't wait to hear your mom's cry
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels