nightmare on the northside 3

You did good, son These pussy ass boys (it's a smash) You don't know it? Fuck it (it's Black, yeah) Young Wetto that motherfucker out the grave Keepin' that pistol on me, wishin' a fuckboy would come out to play See it up in my eyes, I don't fear No death, boy, we can both die today Poppin' on meds, I'm throwin' up signs Remind a motherfucker they not with Quay Top down, ready to slide, okay Out of my mind, I'm not okay So high, I can't feel my body, so high, I could fuckin' faint Twistin' fingers, cryin' with angels as I'm blowin' up the track Devil handed me a gun, said, "Lil' boy, go get you some" Tell 'em where you from The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T The H, the S, the I, the D, the E The N, the-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 skipped his chest and put the bullet right in his brain I'm too deranged, Scarecrow insane, he feel no pain Man, fuck your gang and who you claim, it's simple, mane I rep that motherfuckin' G, the-thе-the R The E, the Y, the F, the I, the V, thе E The N, the I, the N, the E I smoke that B, the U, the D until them demons take over me Boost up with a motherfucker, head out Make sure he bled out, Hellcat, we sped out The cops, we heard they comin', we pulled that lead out We spread out, they start to panic Fell for the trap, I make 'em spell out my fuckin' name As he get hacked, you know it's The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T The H, the S, the I, the D, the E The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T The H, the S, the I, the D, the E High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust Tweakin' with that motherfucker and that in the trunk Codeine in the Lambo got me swervin' like I'm drunk Got that shit up on my face, there ain't no guessin' where I'm from P's, methamphetamines all up in my lungs I'm finna dilly-dally He do it with the Buick like he in a Caddy Pop a two, I overdo it, I'm just like my daddy Ain't 'bout fear, she carry cannons, so I need 'em, Becky Okay, we get it wacky, okay, I Okay, I want 'em dead I dance with demons for no reason, I'm fucked in the head My trigger finger itchin', itchin' when I'm off the meds I'm in the trenches with the wicked settin' 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 fuckin' dead Time to raise the fuckin' dead Time to raise the fuckin' dead Time to raise the fuckin' dead Fuck 'em all, I'm fed up, doc, I need my meds up Tweakin' with this knife and I'ma have to cut some heads up Okay, cool, my bread up, every bitch a set-up Demons take they turn on me, I'm waitin' for the next up I've been tryna hide it, but they beggin' for the dark side Fill the lobby with the skins, I ain't talkin' Fortnite Just ran out of dope and now I'm hopin' for a short night Just ran out of hope and now I'm beggin' for a short life Time to raise the fuckin' dead Time to raise the fuckin' dead Time to raise the fuckin' dead Time to raise the fuckin' dead