Either Hated or Ignored

Yah, yah ($carecrow), Ruby, stay runnin' ($carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care-) Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been? R.I.P, $lick $loth Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy) White boy with the nappy hair Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh Bunch of all you thirsty 30-somethin', motherfucker, bald-head headass Boy, get off this playa's nuts Test yo' luck, might catch slugs This that middle finger up Shit, fuck a bitch And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it Tell me really (how does it feel?) If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage Fuck you punks, we stock weapons .47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck Cut Throat, boy There's more than one reason that I'm a- Broke boy, ain't broke I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe Muffaletta loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a hoard Now I'm smokin' more ports And I'm closer to death than I was when I was poor Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch I'll die from being bored (he'll die from bein' bored) Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn