$UICIDEBOY$ - INTROVERSION 2.0

Barrel full of gasoline, and still, they try matchin' me Plague with the wicked ways, it's back to the rapturing Actually capturing souls in a black canteen Open the cap, and become blackened Back to the back of the 'Lac, flickin' cigarette ash Got a chain made of crack, I smoke diamonds

And laugh at y'all strapped with the gat Like I'm actually scared to die Pull the fucking trigger, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah! Back to the back, eyes rollin' back Spent all my racks, spent it on crack Spent it on smack, look where I'm at Ain't going back, ain't going back

Got a heart so cold, remember sellin' dope Remember sellin' coke, DEA pulled me over Plain cars, plain clothes, I didn't bend an inch, I'm strictly sticking to the code Few years ago was masked up, robbin' stores Set 'em up on Craigslist, then robbed 'em at the door I'm at the bottom tryna eat, I got no hope, fuck Big Ben's death had my head fucked up I'm poppin' Roxys with the Benzos, chest fucked up (I guess my luck's up)