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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sink back in that fuckin' spine
Second guessin' crime
7th Ward where I snort a slug
And cross the fuckin' line
West Bank, Northside
Till the coffin ride
Who am I?
I am God
I am Basquiat
[Verse 2]
(Trap-a-holics mixtapes)
Man, drop this shit
For these fuck ****
[Verse 3]
Grey 5-9 signed
Rough diamonds
Tryna shine
Christ, I
Sui-suicide
[Verse 4]
You know, you know
You know, I'm
Divin' head first when crucified
Lucifer cried when I told him
I'm choosin' to die
[Verse 5]
Noose and a knife
But I ain't use the knife
To loosen the noose
Keep it tight
Abusin' the truth
That's a lie
[Verse 6]
Fuckboy with a ski mask
Think he gon' rob me blind?
Fuckboy better think fast
When he cock that nine
Fuckboy better
Fuckboy better
Sink back in that fuckin' spine
Second guessin' crime
[Verse 7]
7th Ward where I snort a slug
And cross the fuckin' line
Yet another line inside the cup
Another line you should look up
Another line that shook you up
I signed the line for Lucifer
[Verse 8]
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
(Real trap shit)
[Verse 9]
Five nine till I'm dead
Bitch, I'm grey till the death, yeah
Never gave a fuck 'bout dyin', no
Even when I was a jit, whoa
[Verse 10]
Pop a jig, load the rig
With the motherfuckin' China white
Fuck it if I die tonight
I'm gamblin' with my fuckin' life
[Verse 11]
West Bank, Northside
Till the coffin ride
Who am I?
I am God
I am Basquiat
[Verse 12]
Yung Kurt Cobain
With the scarred veins
Mentally deranged
Hear the crows say my name
[Verse 13]
(Scarecrow) I'm just wastin' my time
I'm just wastin' my breath
Why can't I just die?
Why can't I go next?
Why we get no respect?
Why I love holdin' TEC's?
[Verse 14]
Xanax bar on my neck
I pop 'em, pop 'em till death
This ain't no motherfuckin' trend
Every day feels like the end
Feed me, feed me medicine
So I can't feel my sins
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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