Failure by Design

Ruby got a problem, Ruby got a problem, Ruby got a problem

(Alright, I got dirty clothes)

(Food stamps, fifteen bananas)

(And a script of Addy, what you want?)

Ruby got a problem, Ruby at the bottom

Ruby fuckin' up, he got a lot of empty bottles

Ruby full throttle, toolie no condom

Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column

Dollars got me honest, honestly without a prophet

Probably spent all his profit (Wait, you want all of it?)

Yeah, that's fuckin' right, I copped it

Romeo with all the toxins

Roll me dope, I'll lip-lock it

Blackened lungs from all the coughing

Fuck all these lames

All y'all so obsessed with names

All y'all dress the fucking same

$UICIDE, I'm out the game

Blame it on fame

I'm so sick of my own name

I'm so distant from the reigns

I'm riling up a hurricane

Poppin' Oxy, snortin' Roxy, body feelin' like a zombie

Never been a role model, never hear me say I'm sorry

7th Ward Dragon breathin' fire while I'm slicing necks

Sixth sense death wish, laughin' at these fuckin' threats

$lick the one to ask you what you gon' do?

Nothin', fool

I've been $uicidal with them drugs up in my Mama's womb

All these poppies, cock the shotty

Barrel pressed against my body

Photocopies all around me

$UICIDE, just call the posse

Kill 'em sloppy, bitch, we godly

Double cup that's filled with Yella

Dread-head cracker from the ghetto

Don't say hello, you ain't my woadie

All your friends are dead? Mine been dead since kids

Hundred more in Angola, they servin' life behind the pen