If Self-destruction Was An Olympic Event, I'd Be Tonya Harding

I apologize for getting half of the rap game hooked on getting high
Ruby done made everyone wanna die
The cult of the grey 59
Make up your mind
Suicide
Two of a kind unified
I'm taking what's mine
The choppa, the Uzi, the TEC or the AR seen you on my radar
I'll aim for your spine
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know that that mean?
I can keep all my money from streams and shows
And selling tees
Just a white boy with his wrist cut
Been fucked
Now I'm making big bucks
Been had my dick sucked

Hold up
Stop
Gunfire in the air
Motherfuckers in my hood don't care
It don't stop there
Empty the clip
It don't matter if you laying dead

Who's now
Chill, dog
Fuck that
I'm a savage I was raised with my brain half damaged
Wanna kill 'em all
It's my right of passage to leave all these sons like some
Bastarde

Okay got the AK
What a punk say when he wanna play?
Slick known to bring the melee make 'em runaway like it's mayday
You don't wanna see me when I'm high
Hit 'em with a drive by while I'm hollering out grey
Better pick a fucking side
Fucking with the 59 will have you ass sleeping
Grave