| I’m a ghost, I’m a ghoul, I’m the fucking Grim Reaper |
| Creep up in the shade, switching lanes, you better keep up |
| Re-up, I been sipping on this Carlo Rossi |
| I know they see me coming up but can’t nobody stop me |
| Watch me, throw yo weak ass in a moshpit |
| Nollie treflips like I’m Mike Mo Capaldi |
| Falling, everytime you steady with the aiming |
| You better stick to praying, versus me you’ll never make it |
| Skinny black jeans on, XL tees |
| Drop Dead on my back, floral print on the sleeves |
| Scars on my wrist, no love inside of me |
| Switchblade on my hip, press me and you will see |
| Everything changed the day I really died |
| Ever since then I’ve been stuck inside my mind |
| I’ve been cramped, I’ve been stressed |
| Can’t breathe, can’t stretch |
| Can’t see through the dark, in the shadows where I rest |
| What’s next, the quest |
| No test, to pass |
| Just life to live |
| My right to give every single thing |
| Up for, a chance |
| To try, to smile |
| You can, I can’t |
| I don’t, I won’t |
| You breathe, I choke |
| You leave, I hope |
| I run, you hide |
| I chase and you die |
| Don’t waste your time, if you hitting up my line |
| You want what I got, but you don’t ever try |
| Every day I wanna live but every night I wanna die |
| Let me go, let me go, let me go now |
| I really think I’m better off alone now |