Anthony Mars:
Riding uptown with the windows up
WAKe up in the 7th feeling lost as f**k
Grab the pills thrown them down cause I don't give a f**k
Uicide on my mind let me test my luck
Ridin' in the city of the AK's
Bullets with no name and they might spray
Ridin' in the city of the AK's
Bullets with no name and they might spray
Yung Maraschino:
I think I'm kinda dead
Feeling like a ghost half smoke
Away I go I'm tying rope
Ashes f**king shed off the tip of the blunt
Now I'm sunk from the junk
Oh no 'bout to f**king glow
F**k a hoe then I melt I'm made of snow