[Part I: I HUNG MYSELF FOR A PERSONA]
[Verse: Ruby da Cherry]
I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord, take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck)
Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itchin' for a plot, yeah
Ain't no, ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all, just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, yuh
They told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil Remains
And the AK and what little remains, what little remains

[Part II: NOW I'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS]
[Intro: Lil Cut Throat]
($carecrow)
Lil Famine, Northside, Lil Cut Throat
($carecrow) Lil Famine, Northsidе, $carecrow
Lil jit, yuh
I am known
[Verse: Lil Cut Throat]
Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my sidе
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'