ridin down the block in a lac got a glock in my lap as i holler where you at no fear of attack because i know his peers ain t got his back creepin and i m peepin now the tank out of gas head home to the 7th ward the ride there was fast at last walkin into the house i know the moment passed then i look into the mirror noticed shattered glass looking like a spider web caused by a blast trappin out the pine box hades got the block hot heron in my shoebox snot with the blood clot used to sell that dope but still never had no money slangin to fill my habits addict servin up a junkie i i find it funny when i start to tiptoe with the reaper he start to runnin cause i usually start to beg and plead him to take my soul take my life take my last breath he never did so i took his and i manifest8
['dark trap', 'new orleans rap', 'underground hip hop']