Appalachia

Cemetery, past full of ghosts

Pull-up with a blade, with a scope out

Cock back, got my hand up on your chain to your throat

Bitch I'm from the jungle, where's the smoke at?

Skull crack, witchy leaving bullets in they bros

Pull-up and I'm dishing them toe tags

A bully of the bandits, Imma leave them with no mask

Got no hands, smack a pussy rapper, get blown back

My hands up in his coffin, he not getting his bones back

Aye

Pull-up to your addy with the Glock out

Fifty in the drum, I squeeze the trigger, he get shot down

We pop out

Pulling right up, I see 'em and I call out

"Walkin' out the coffin, I'm about to hold the block down"

Pull-up alone, we gon' pop up

Best have that two's on your side when you walk up

Extensions all on me, I'm turning the block around

He want the smoke wit' the gang, he get shot up

No there's no time for change

I give no mind to the pain, in the back it's a stack of decay, I don't hear the complaints

Wash it now there's blood up in the paint

Fuck it up and see the body shake, I never needed to relate

Slowly know I'm headed to the grave

Only waiting so I find the shade with a safe and a blade

Run with delay on my brain and I won't need to work on my aim

Know they're talking bout nothing

Through all the silence, I'm hearing the other side, see I can tell you he's bluffing

No they ain't do that

All of the talk on the internet ending with half of him stuck in a blue bag

I think you knew that, where is the truth at?

I need to find a way out of the end

I've been tired and bringing the news back, who that?