Young wetto that motherfucker out the grave
Keeping that pistol on me wishing a fuck boy would come out to play
See up in my eyes I don't fear no death boy we can both die today
Popping on meds, I'm throwing up signs, remind a motherfucker they not with grey
Top down ready to slide, okay
Outta my mind, I'm not okay
So high I can't feel my body
So high I could fucking faint
Twisting fingers crying with angels as I'm pouring up the drank
Devil handed my a gun
Said lil boy go get you some
Tell em where you from
The N the the O the R the T
The H the S the I
The D the E
The N the the O the R the T
The H the S the I
The D the E
I feel the need to make a stain
I skip the chest and put the bullet right in his brain
I'm too deranged scarecrow insane
Me feel no pain
Mane fuck yo gang and who you claim
It's simple mane
I rep that motherfuckin G the the R the E the Y the F the I
The V the E
The N the I the N the E
I smoke that B the U the D until them demons take over me
Boot-stomping a motherfucker head out
Make sure he bled out
Hell cat we sped out
Them cops, we heard they coming
We pull that lead out
We spread out
They start to panic, fell for the trap
I make him spell out my fucking name as he get hacked
You know it's
The N the the O the R the T
The H the S the I
The D the E
The N the the O the R the T
The H the S the I
The D the E
Tweaking with that mother fucking Anna in the trunk
Codeine in the Lambo got me swerving like I'm drunk
Tatt that shit up on my face there ain't guessing where I'm from
OPs, methamphetamines, all up in my lungs
I pull up dilly dally
Wont he do it? Whip the Buick like he in the caddy
Fuck popping two, I over do it, I'm just like my daddy
Ain't bout fashion, carry cannons so I need them baggy
On gang we get it wacky
Okay i
Okay I want em dead
I dance with demons for no reason I'm fucked in the head
I'm trigger finger itching, glitching when I'm off the meds
I'm in the trenches with the wicked setting off the set
You know it's
E A S T B L O C
E A S T B L O C
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead
Fuck them all I'm fed up
Doc I need my meds up
Tweaking with this knife and ima have to cut some heads up
Okay cool my bread up
Every bitch a set up
Demons take their turn on me, I'm waiting for the next up
I been tryna hide it but they begging for the dark side
Fill the lobby with skins I ain't talking Fortnite
Just ran outta dope and now I'm hoping for a short night
Just ran outta hope and now I'm begging for a short life
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead
Time to raise the fucking dead