Tombstone

[Chorus] Gun to my head, gold on my wrist Switch on my waist, tat on my lip Blood on my blade, watching you drip Numb in the face, watching me dip Gun to my head, gold on my wrist Switch on my waist, tat on my lip Blood on my blade, watching you drip Numb in the face, watching me— [Verse 1] Hundred new drop tops, smoke blunts non-stop I don't really give a fuck, I'm running when the ops pop Bright star, youngin' from the grave to the dungeon Everything you've ever wanted, know I've already done it, yuh Swear this life just way too crazy, yuh Scared I'll be pushing up daisies, aye Wish that I lived in the 80's, yuh In the graveyard on the daily [Bridge] (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) [Chorus] Gun to my head, gold on my wrist Switch on my waist, tat on my lip Blood on my blade, watching you drip Numb in the face, watching me dip Gun to my head, gold on my wrist Switch on my waist, tat on my lip Blood on my blade, watching you drip Numb in the face, watching me dip [Verse 2] I don't want a fucking crown (Ah-ah) I don't wanna run around (Ah-ah) I just want to make it right (Ah-ah) I don't want to dumb it down (Ah-ah) I've been working every night (Ah-ah) Scared that I'ma waste my life (Ah-ah) But the racks treating me right, right, right (Ah-ah) [Outro] (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah)