Failure by Design - $uicideboy$

Ruby got a problem

Ruby got a problem

Ruby got a problem

And I got dirty clothes

—got a problem

Food stamps, fifteen bananas

Ruby—

And a script of addy, what you want?

Ruby got a problem

Ruby at the bottom

Ruby fuckin' up, he got a lotta empty bottles

Ruby full throttle, toolie no condom

Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column

Dollars got me honest, honestly without a prophet

Probably spent all his profit

Wait, you want all of it?

Yeah, that's fuckin' right, I copped it

Romeo with all the toxins, roll me dope, I'll lip-lock it

Blackened lungs from all the (coughing)

Fuck all these lames, all y'all so obsessed with names

All y'all dress the fucking same

$uicide, I'm out the game

Blame it on the fame, I'm so sick of my own name

I'm so distant from the reigns

I'm riling up a hurricane

Poppin' Oxy, snortin' Roxy, body feeling like a zombie

Never been a role model, never hear me say I'm sorry

7th Ward Dragon breathin' fire, while I'm slicing necks

Sixth sense deathwish, laughin' at these fucking threats

Slick the one to ask you what you gon' do?

Nothin', fool

I've been $uicidal with them drugs up in my mama's womb

All these poppies

Cock the shotty, barrell pressed against my body

Photocopies all around me

$uicide, just call the posse

Kill 'em sloppy, bitch, we godly

Double cup that's filled with yella

Dread-head cracker from the ghetto

Don't say hello, you ain't my woadie

All your friends are dead?

Mine been dead since kids

Hundred more in Angola, they servin' life behind the pen