Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
Blood on my blade, watching you drip
Numb in the face, watching me dip

Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
Blood on my blade, watching you drip
Numb in the face, watching me

Hundred new drop tops, smoke blunts non stop
I don't really give a fuck, I'm running when the ops pop
Bright star, youngin' from the grave to the dungeon
Everything you've ever wanted, know I've already done it, yuh

Swear this life just way too crazy, yuh
Scared I'll be pushing up daises, aye
Wished that I lived in the eighty's, yuh
In the graveyard on the daily

Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
Blood on my blade, watching you drip
Numb in the face, watching me dip

Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
Blood on my blade, watching you drip
Numb in the face, watching me dip

I don't wanna fucking crown
I don't wanna run around
I just want to make it right
I don't want to dumb it down

I've been working every night
Scared that I'ma waste my life
But the racks treating me right, right, right