Released: August 31, 2017
Songwriter: Scott Arceneaux Jr. Aristos Petrou
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Intro: LIL CUT THROAT]
($carecrow, Famine, Northside
Lil Cut Throat, Lil Famine, Northside
Lil jit, yuh)
I am known
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]
Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Ridin', hangin' out the window screamin', "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil' addict with a hunnid bad habits
Say I need prayer? All I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade, then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey 'til my grave
Milly rock, sak passé
What that mean? I don't know, took 'bout four Xans today
Sippin' lean, dyin' slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil' in cash, fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven-figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walkin' in the fog, life got worse than it was before, ho
[Bridge: LIL INFECTED]
Prolly cop a script of Roxy
(Wait, we got—)
Prolly cop a
(Fuck, when we doin' this bullshit?)
Prolly, prolly cop a, prolly cop a
Prolly, prolly
[Verse 2: LIL INFECTED]
Prolly cop a script of Roxy, Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodgin' all these bodies, bodybag 'em in the lobby
Droppin' Adderall in alcohol, and then I pop a fucking Oxy
I'm a zombie, I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on Oddy name, it's just another dead man talking
Got these dead men stalking, copy silhouette chalky
Typin' out your problems, just another red-handed Hawking
Cherry-flavored dick, Ruby got these chickenheads squawking
Do it how I does it, yeah, fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases, so y'all, get the fuck up off me
Only sayin' cheese when I ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi's offspring
($carecrow, Famine, Northside
Lil Cut Throat, Lil Famine, Northside
Lil jit, yuh)
I am known
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]
Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Ridin', hangin' out the window screamin', "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil' addict with a hunnid bad habits
Say I need prayer? All I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade, then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey 'til my grave
Milly rock, sak passé
What that mean? I don't know, took 'bout four Xans today
Sippin' lean, dyin' slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil' in cash, fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven-figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walkin' in the fog, life got worse than it was before, ho
[Bridge: LIL INFECTED]
Prolly cop a script of Roxy
(Wait, we got—)
Prolly cop a
(Fuck, when we doin' this bullshit?)
Prolly, prolly cop a, prolly cop a
Prolly, prolly
[Verse 2: LIL INFECTED]
Prolly cop a script of Roxy, Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodgin' all these bodies, bodybag 'em in the lobby
Droppin' Adderall in alcohol, and then I pop a fucking Oxy
I'm a zombie, I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on Oddy name, it's just another dead man talking
Got these dead men stalking, copy silhouette chalky
Typin' out your problems, just another red-handed Hawking
Cherry-flavored dick, Ruby got these chickenheads squawking
Do it how I does it, yeah, fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases, so y'all, get the fuck up off me
Only sayin' cheese when I ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi's offspring
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- I HUNG MYSELF FOR A PERSONA
- Introversion 2.0
- Failure by Design
- Leave Me Alone
- From the Beginning of Time Until the End of Time
- Goodbye
- Face It
- Second Lines Come with Broken Souls
- Lamar Avenue
- Gloom
- Smoked Out, Scoped Out
- I’m Done.
- For the Last Time
- NOW I’M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS
- I Am the Apocalypse
- Kill Yourself (Part III)
- Paris
- 2nd Hand
- Antarctica
- I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel
- O Pana!
- Magazine
- Memoirs of a Gorilla
- Carrollton
- For the Last Time
- FUCKTHEPOPULATION
- New Chains, Same Shackles
- Low Key
- LTE
- ...And to Those I Love, Thanks for Sticking Around
- Champion of Death
- Kill Yourself (Part IV)
- Mount Sinai
- DIEMONDS
- NOW I’M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS
- Do You Believe in God?
- Exodus
- 122 Days
- You’re Now Tuning in to 66.6 FM with DJ Rapture (The Hottest Hour of the Evening)