Striizy Bonkerz - Black Daisy

Yeah
Slit wrists and ink all on the table
Mama crying and hoping that it's a fable
Suicide dying, but closer to Cain and Abel
Pills spilling, the drug dealer's okay though
Black Daisy
These niggas can never phase me
They said the diamonds fugazi
They try to come for my lady
But baby I know that lately
My smoking has turned to daily
I promise I got here safely
I know they trying to engage me, I swear
I'm the nigga that they're killing this year
I got a feeling that they're aiming for the top of my ear
I'm not clear if they're using Mac 11s or spears
But over 4 damn years they've been mimicking fears, I mean
They follow me home and wait 'til I'm alone
Got specific colognes and now they're bugging my phone
I know the faces unknown so they won't leave me alone
They're moving round the fucking city like they're Krays or Capone, yeah
They be eyeing me
Know they plot on frying me
Bullet in the barrel, nigga why'd you fucking lie to me?
Thirty, early, dirty, wipe a nigga cause he's trying me
Early birdy mercy on a nigga cause he cried to me
I know they wanna get the credit from the streets
You killed a nigga so your family can eat
But tell me nigga is your family really free?
Got the glock to ya head, karma coming in threes, uh
Slit wrists and ink all on the table
Mama crying and hoping that it's a fable
Suicide dying, but closer to Cain and Abel
Pills spilling, the drug dealer's okay though (Shh)
Slit wrists and ink all on the table
Mama crying and hoping that it's a fable
Suicide dying, but closer to Cain and Abel
Pills spilling, the drug dealer's okay though
The bitches on me, I'd rather be on my lonely
I'm walking slowly, I'm hoping that they don't know me
The Godd is holy, I'm really different on brody
They're balling hard and I'm blocking 'em like a goalie
Soccer kick to their heads
I don't fuck with the feds
They're "cripping" hard like the black niggas all up in red
We shedding blood on the pavement, holes in our threads
This is like the realest shit I wrote and now I'm causing they're deaths
The Godd is back, they wanna attack
They're jacking a nigga for just being black
I keep it a stack, the killing shit's wack
They're ducking a nigga but hearing the crack
They think I don't slap, forgot that I pack
I'mma just pull up to cribs with a Mac
Must've forgotten that I never lack
They run when they're hearing that clickity-clack
Plenty bitches trying to talk to me
I don't think they really fuck with me
Complicated but they stuck with me
Trying to go out, got the stubbs wit me
I got studs with me
And the bud's with me
Got a spliff rolled
Smoking blood with me
Cannot nuck with me
Keep a buck with me
Cause we nuck and buck if you're up to me, uh
Slit wrists and blood all on the floor
Had to re-up on the bleach, shit we're buying our fourth
I got demons for days and shit I put that on fours
Cause ain't nobody fucking with me passing out on the floor, uh
Know she hates when I say that
I just hopped out a Maybach
I get money, I'm laid back, yeah
Fuck that bitch and I meant that
Where's the rent? Oh I spent that
I'll just go and get "A" back yeah
Slit wrists and ink all on the table
Mama crying and hoping that it's a fable
Suicide dying, but closer to Cain and Abel
Pills spilling, the drug dealer's okay though
Slit wrist-
Mama crying-
Suicide dying-
Pills spilling-

Written by:
Taalib Dibinga

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