Introversion 2.0 - $uicideboy$

Barrel full of gasoline, and still, they try matchin' me

Plague with the wicked ways, it’s back to the rapturing

Actually capturing souls in a black canteen

Open the cap, and become blackened

Back to the back of the 'Lac, flickin' cigarette ash

Got a chain made of crack, I smoke diamonds

And laugh at y’all strapped with the gat

Like I’m actually scared to die

Pull the fucking trigger, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!

Back to the back, eyes rollin' back

Spent all my racks, spent it on crack

Spent it on smack, look where I’m at

Ain’t going back, ain’t going back

Got a heart so cold, remember sellin' dope, remember sellin' coke

DEA pulled me over, plain cars, plain clothes

I didn’t bend an inch, I’m strictly sticking to the code

Few years ago was masked up, robbin' stores

Set 'em up on Craigslist, then robbed 'em at the door

I’m at the bottom tryna eat, I got no hope, fuck

Big Ben’s death had my head fucked up

I’m poppin' Roxys with the Benzos, chest fucked up

(I guess my luck’s up…)