April Mourning

Blood dripping off my braids
Persuade 'em with the blade
Bitch, I call a spade a spade
There ain't no need for throwing shade
You know I keep that contraband
$uicide in high demand
Keep a hand full of them xans
And a fully loaded mag'
Afterlife pimpin', got them rims on a casket
Bitches on my mattress
Fuck 'em all backwards
Walking corpse, stalking courts
Show 'em no remorse
Corner store, sippin' fours
Fresh up off a tour, bitch

Tulip flower petals shower me in slow motion
While I'm blowing on some sour D
Fuck an idol, no one towers over me
Hopefully, openly talking 'bout all
Of my emotions
Ocean deep, sink into the bottom
Opening up all my fucking problems
Bitch, I promise I'll become forgotten
Rotten fucking spotted on the concrete
Six times three if I was a key on the board
I'd probably be delete or escape
Either way, you're pressing me, uh