text: Cut my neck, the blood fresh
  Got a check, still depressed
  Been a mess, fuck stress
  What next? Take a guess
  Cyanide on my breath
  On my breath, on my breath
  Cut my neck, the blood fresh
  Got a check, still depressed
  Been a mess, fuck stress
  What next? Take a guess
  Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
  Throw your set up, I know you fed up
  Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, dont get up
  I got a vendetta
  I got depressed and I never got better
  You aint on my level
  Dont be pushing me, pressing me
  I got a Big Mac and its next to me
  And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy
  On top of the bread like a sesame
  They want the recipe for success
  And now they after me cause I got a masterpiece
  Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin me, dappin me
  Up in front of my family
  Make em say ugh, no Master P
  I think Im next up in the 27 Club
  Ive been too fucked up, serotonin bout done
  Every night been ending with me biting on my gun
  I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump
  Off of the ledge
  Im eleven stories up and thinking about how my mother would feel if I jumped
  But now its not enough for me to stop, how I feel about ending it all, Ima jump 
  Jump 
  Ready to die but Wavy saved me
  I guess Ill see another day, not splattering all over pavement
  Cut my neck, the blood fresh
  Got a check, still depressed
  Been a mess, fuck stress
  What next? Take a guess
  Cyanide on my breath
  On my breath, on my breath
  Cut my neck, the blood fresh
  Got a check, still depressed
  Been a mess, fuck stress
  What next? Take a guess
  Cyanide on my breath, on my breath