Now I'm Up To My Neck With Offers (Scrims Verse)

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming: Who wanna die?
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say: I need prayer, all I need is my ratchet

Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passe

What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you

Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash

Walk away and start to laugh
Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$Carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho