Cyanide (feat. Ghostemane)

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next? Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath

On my breath, on my breath

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next, take a guess

Cyanide on my breath

On my breath

Throw your set up, I know you fed up

Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don't get up

I got a vendetta

I got depressed and I never got better

You ain't on my level

Don't be pushing me, pressing me

I got a Big Mac, and it's next to me

I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy

On top of the bread like a sesame

They want the recipe for success

And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece

Used to, used to laugh at me

And now they gassing me, dapping me

Up in front of my family

Make 'em say uh, no Master P

I think I'm next up in the 27 Club

I've been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done

Every night been ending with me biting on my gun

I know you say you love me, but you make me wanna jump

Off of the ledge

I'm eleven stories up and thinking about

How my mother would feel if I jumped

But now it's not enough for me to stop

How I feel about ending it all, I'ma jump

Jump

Ready to die, but Wavy saved me

I guess I'll see another day, not splattering all over pavement

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next? Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath

On my breath, on my breath

Cut my neck, the blood fresh

Got a check, still depressed

Been a mess, fuck stress

What next? Take a guess

Cyanide on my breath

On my breath