[Verse 1: RJLDiablo]
It's like four in the morning and I'm feeling suicidal
Snore Z's forever, man, I ain't talking Tidal
I wanna leave my hat red just like I support Trump
Wanna crack my head open when I fall off of the bunk
And I just want to be dead (Dead), gun beside my bed (Bed)
Aim it at my head (Head), when it go "bang" it's 4 a.m. (It's 4 a.m.)
Mmh, mmh, knife by my neck
Boy, I wanna die where they will not check
Like mmh, mmh, I am depressed
Wanna leave this world because I am stressed
Boy, I just wanna cry, but I can't because I'm dead
So I do it inside, but the demons they stuck in my head
I do not wanna lie, I got people on the line
And I got a Glock .9, so who really wanna mess with me?
Man, who really wanna test a G?
[Verse 2: RJLDiablo]
Man, I keep a Glock stocked in my pocket, it's my rocket
It go "bang" at your gang, and your fam, they ain't mans
They just bitches all over, whip up in a Rover
You wanna talk that shit but that Glock gon' run ya' over
Yeah, you know I'm a soldier, Glock got grip, it won't hold ya'
And the Ghost gon' run you over, the Ghost finna ghost ya'
Yeah, you know I'm a soldier, Glock got grip, it won't hold ya'
And the Ghost gon' run you over, the Ghost finna ghost ya'
It's like four in the morning and I'm feeling suicidal
Snore Z's forever, man, I ain't talking Tidal
I wanna leave my hat red just like I support Trump
Wanna crack my head open when I fall off of the bunk
And I just want to be dead (Dead), gun beside my bed (Bed)
Aim it at my head (Head), when it go "bang" it's 4 a.m. (It's 4 a.m.)
Mmh, mmh, knife by my neck
Boy, I wanna die where they will not check
Like mmh, mmh, I am depressed
Wanna leave this world because I am stressed
Boy, I just wanna cry, but I can't because I'm dead
So I do it inside, but the demons they stuck in my head
I do not wanna lie, I got people on the line
And I got a Glock .9, so who really wanna mess with me?
Man, who really wanna test a G?
[Verse 2: RJLDiablo]
Man, I keep a Glock stocked in my pocket, it's my rocket
It go "bang" at your gang, and your fam, they ain't mans
They just bitches all over, whip up in a Rover
You wanna talk that shit but that Glock gon' run ya' over
Yeah, you know I'm a soldier, Glock got grip, it won't hold ya'
And the Ghost gon' run you over, the Ghost finna ghost ya'
Yeah, you know I'm a soldier, Glock got grip, it won't hold ya'
And the Ghost gon' run you over, the Ghost finna ghost ya'
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