Second Lines Come With Broken Souls

Anyone got a ciggerate
One for the gram (American Spirits?)
Two for a million
Them bitches keep burnin
Three for the devil

Fuck you
Suck my dick lil prick
Choppa be off the xan
Rope tied neck boy
Chills boy
Gold grill
Dope boy
No limits to my city
Bout it bout it
Born dead
Drug fiend
Skinny gritty
Face tatted
Might be strapped
Savage savage
Semi semi aye
Cut throat committee aye
Give it to em raw
Yung soulja slim from the dark side
Grey stripes ay
Turn em to a second line aye
Hearse boy hearse boy
Burn your body in the pine aye

It's that former broke boy
Breaking even in the 7th ward with bag of dope boy
Hope the smoke will clear out by the morning
Got me choking boy
Whatchu hoping boy?
That we broken boys?
We ain't open boy, no
Cutthroat
Blood spoke
504 got the furl in my pocket
Your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet
So I flaked on her
Told me: Meet me by the lake
Yeah that's where I stay
Come and blow me like grenades