​The 27 Club lyrics

[Intro]
And we on…

[Chorus]
Welcome to the 27 club
And if I die before I wake, yeah
At the 27 club
I pray the lord my soul to take
Welcome to the 27 club
And if I die before I wake, yeah
To the 27 (xirdneH imiJ, eof yatS)

[Verse 1]
I'm Jimi Hendrix, baby I’m Jimi Hendrix
Throw that pus*y at me, I’ma take it if you lendin'
Party hardly, never talk cop
And my tracks make these white hoes strip
n*gga dead-ass, I love rap but I never buy the music
I just download it for free, then I talk sh*t
Rhymin’s easy, anyone can do it
That’s why I say f*ck that new, I want that old sh*t
I’m all indie, baby, I love garbage
Sling out wack tracks and Pitchfork loves it
Critic-core legend, certified b*tch-made
as*h*le n*ggas, thinkin' they got the best taste
At 27, I’ma asphyxiate on my own bullsh*t
While I’m lookin' for a fix
So f*ck a black fan, crackers make figures
'Cause God don’t like ugly and no one likes n*ggas
[Chorus]
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
And If I stunt before I front
I pray the lord just give me what I want
And If I flash before that cash
I pray the lord give me all of that
And if I ain’t rich before 26, well f*ck (Uh)
I hope they let me in the 27 club

[Verse 2]
I’m Janis Joplin, I sing like an old-time slave
And I look twice my age
Live from summertime, a OG vulture
Mother-f*ck a spook, I'ma profit off the culture
Real n*gga lover, I used to play the backroom
Trouble on my mind, I f*ck hippies in the bathroom
Big Mama Thorton my ball and chain
b*tch I'ma do you like Elvis did, never get credited
Overdose on sedatives and heroin and medicine
Oppressed white female, I'm a mother-f*cking feminist
Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me who I'm better than
b*tch, you not heaven sent, a thief is all you ever been
On the road to riches, they gon' catch me out my element
But if I play the victim, they gon' treat me like a veteran
Pot kettle rhetoric, vocal chords need severin'
I never had an original bone in my skeleton
[Chorus]
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
And if I stunt before I front (Yeah)
I pray the lord just give me what I want
And if I flash before that cash
I pray the lord give me all of that
And if I ain’t rich before 26, well f*ck
I hope they let me in the 27 club (Uh)

[Verse 3]
They call me Kurt Cobain, I don't like fame
I strum guitars, I snort cocaine
I am one f*cked up n*gga
The Earth is my bedroom, the sky is my mirror
And I look up in that b*tch like er'day
Smile to myself and thank God I'm paid
Because I could be like you, a keyboard warrior
YouTube confessin' in the comment section
di*k gettin' hard off a thumbs up blessin'
And when you get ignored
It's like, "f*ck, now I'm stressin'!"
I took the high road
Instead of bein' the n*gga that talk sh*t
I'd rather be the n*gga that walks it
Hop, skip and jump 'cause I'm rich as hell
Stick to the script like an actor
But I don't play no roles, I'm hip-hop's Death Note
I'm killin' off every single f*ckin' blog rapper, b*tch
[Chorus]
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
And if I stunt before I front
I pray the lord just give me what I want
And if I flash before that cash
I pray the lord give me all of that
And if I ain’t rich before 26, well f*ck
I hope they let me in the 27 club

[Outro]
Alright, here, then I walk into it, like, as the slums go
Then keep it straight up there and then-
Yep