[Supa Bwe & Cadillac Duke]
When I die f*ck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a peice of sh*t It ain't hard to f*ckin tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies
Dressed in silk, I like ripped TRU's and plaid hoodies
I been losing it lately, I
Let hate take me, I
Seen no sober nights
Walked that shaky line
[Supa Bwe]
Dead Americana baby
Tell me what you living for
My papa from the projects baby
My mama outa Liverpool
Chicago Ave & lockwood, I don't miss it
I grew up where n*ggas go missing
Rags to riches, thats the f*ckin mission
Quit selling dope, I'm selling f*cking tickets to my shows
[Cadillac Duke]
Dead Americana baby, out the jam I f*ckin roll
Flint town dissipated baby, barley beat the f*ckin dope
Blunt to the face when I feel the wakes call
I left all of my famo back home
I been on the road, I been on my own
Saw my mama go 18 years ago