Danny Elfman ☆ All By Myself

Dangerous thoughts
mind of a militia
Bottles of the 1 50 poured over
twistas
Broken bones and pillars
Staten Island the illest
The biggest land fillers
we creep like caterpillars
Love razors
dirty guns with a few dead bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again
from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense six pack
six degrees of separation
My evil 3rd eye blinks with no
hesitation
Dustbags
spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady
blowing the green deadly
Hen we pops isolated of hash
bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm
died of a bad fix
We still rock
still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the days
it’s growing some mold
2Pac’s back my Glock’s fat
After the gun smoke
you screaming where my block at
Both hands crusty
need a little lotion
That shit don’t matter when I
mix the color ocean
Smoking on potent
goons bagging up in the living
room
Blocking the flat screen while
I’m watching Juice
Move your big ass head
my favorite part’s on
Q and the DJ battle
move or I scratch you
95 sh 95 on the coffee table
Got them selling dimes still
shiny as a nickel
Pistol in designer pants
shoeboxes in bedrooms
Some got stacks but most
discontinued
What’s on the menu
Eat a rapper like butternut squash
Bark on a nigga with the blade out
Run up in your safehouse
how ironic
Knock a ring on a nigga like
somebody hit Sonic
Smoking on chronic feeling
like Nostradamic
See dying in your future
nigga I promise
Vomit colors seven series
TiVo the World Series
About to miss the game hitting
sevens on the slot machine
Dice game vice daughter
drunk driving in the Charger
With a big titty bitch looking
like Toccara
I don’t know what you know
But if you know what I know
you better get ghost ‘fore I get
Ghost
I don’t know what you know
But if you know how I know
you better get ghost ‘fore I get
Ghost
Hey yo what up son
they talking that money on the
ground shit
U P S Fedex
I deliver the pound shit
Raw dog
my hood’s like crazy 80’s stamp
bag
Stapleton niggas keep they guns
in strip bags
Doo rags and blue and red flags
we keep new tags
Skinny or big jeans
niggas they still sag
Brag about 2 chains
4 chains 6 chains
Spread eagle bitches in the crib
giving brain
Still keep them Clarkes crispier
than printed money
And the champion gear that I rock
Will hide my face for me
Mask down 3 57
and the box of shells
Seville dead arm the kid in the
stairwell
Stem cell
my niggas is scientific
We make crumbs and wax
the T H C is prolific
Fruitful my Clan bundle cash
like Pablo
Bank in the Caimans
stash houses out in Cabo