buddy - blckk lyrics
[intro]
yeah
uh, yeah
(wake up, wake up, wake up)
[chorus]
uh, four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, b*tch (yeah)
i’m gon’ pop myself like f*ckin’ buddy did (bap)
uh, autopsy found whiskey in my f*ckin’ spit (yeah, yeah)
uh, pray this bullet k!ll me, uh, god forbid (woah, woah)
uh, four ounce kept me sick, kick that sellout, b*tch (yeah)
uh, i’m gon’ pop myself like f*ckin’ buddy did (yeah)
uh, autopsy found whiskey in my f*ckin’ spit (yeah, yeah)
uh, pray this bullet k!ll me, uh, god forbid (bap, bap)
[verse 1]
yeah, black on black, won’t notice me (yeah)
thirty rack gon’ kick me in my brain ain’t f*ckin’ cope with me
you heard somethin’ pop to the hotel books, you gon’ know it’s me (bap, bap)
ask me if i mеan that sh*t i rap, i said hopefully i—, bap
yeah, yeah, god, i’m back to pain
i spеnt so long getting better just to blow it out my brain (yeah, yeah)
god won’t let me change, i’ma f*ckin’ wreck (yeah)
cancer in, my body’s at my f*ckin’ neck
[chorus]
uh, four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, b*tch (yeah)
i’m gon’ pop myself like f*ckin’ buddy did (yeah, yeah)
uh, autopsy found whiskey in my f*ckin’ spit (b*tch)
uh, pray this bullet k!ll me, uh, god forbid (yeah)
four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, b*tch (bow)
uh, i’m gon’ pop myself like f*ckin’ buddy did (huh, yeah)
autopsy found whiskey in my f*ckin’ spit
pray this bullet k!ll me, uh, god forbid (ha)
[verse 2]
god forbid i wake up (yeah)
keep that two cents like a pay cut
crack my head back with my plague on, b*tch (bow)
push that f*ckin’ stake up
hold that grudge, like, i can’t make up
i taste death inside this vapor
b*tch, hope the paramedics can’t find me (bap)
f*ck the life i’m given, f*ck fightin’ (yeah)
spent ’bout twenty*five years dyin’ (yeah)
uh, lace a f*ckin’ bag and i could buy it (yeah, yeah)
uh, i don’t want that sh*t if i’ll survive it (woah)
[outro]
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, yeah, yeah
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