DeadManAnthem lyrics

[Verse]
Try to get it like me, loading up the body bag
Cut them into pieces, run it back and them I'm out of there
Catch me in a hearse, 24-inch rims
Can't see who drive the whip with the 5% tints

Now I'm fully automatic, flights with no baggage
Wood on the dash when I'm rolling up they ashes
Ring on a bad b*tch, nah, I'm never lacking
Crystal on her neck like she doing dark magic

Stepping past the line, I c*ck it back and then I blast you
Dumb b*tch, get his wig split like he has to
Breaking up the autotune, he still off-key
How the f*ck you taking shots but I'm still on my feet?

Now pus*y, sh*t ain't make sensе, now make it make sensе for me
I don't need a co-prod but I'm still getting money
Thats the definition of a b*tch making a phony
Now listen here little b*tch, don't ever call me your "Homie"

I hope we cross paths, so I can beat the sh*t out of you
I can leave you barely breathing, I don't even need to shoot
Cause you a pus*y in the body of a b*tch
I got the game locked down, it's like Covid when I spit
[Chorus]
Cause I'm a dead man, with a knife in my hand
Nah, I don't care, man, I might kill for a band
That sh*t ain't fair, man, you take your life for a chance
To be me, I don't need a feat, sleeping six feet

Cause I'm a dead man, with a knife in my hand
Nah, I don't care, man, I might kill for a band
That sh*t ain't fair, man, you take your life for a chance
To be me, I don't need a feat, sleeping six feet