Huskii - Ruin My Life lyrics

Ayo
What's doin'?

I keep a Anna Nicole packin' the bowl
Can stay a couple hours
Then I'm back in the cold
I still can't believe the fact they
Let me back on parole
I should own a couple houses from
The smack that I sold
150rikki in the black and gold
I'm ratchet and gross
These white girls always blacking out
With rack in they nose
Lil' Becky 'bout to Rex flight
This pack up the coast
Thought I was brain numb then
But now I act like a ghost
Most these rappers are dummies, lad
I could actually expose 'em
Like I ain't GPS tracking them
Cali packs through the post
Like I been the best rapper, lad
It's the fact I'm a GOAT
Gelato in this billy eating crab on a boat
You know we comfy sipping vino
Sleep in Valentino
Blackout wearing Off-White
Lean in my Pellegrino
I dropped a CD
Bought a P and I ain't been home
Suites in the casino till I'm
Eet-sw with all P.O's

Fuck 'em, I'ma do what I like
I woke up this morning thinking
How to ruin my life
Fuck 'em, I'ma do what I like
I woke up this morning thinking
How to ruin my

Brittany Murphy talking dirty through
A Ouija board
Off a thirty, if you sturdy
You can see me for it
I'm a rapper but this stack
Ain't from the CDs bought
I went from sleepin' on seedy
Floors to screeching Mercedes doors
Import it 'cross the border
Send a Didi for it
I started off a quarter, now it read Dior
I still remember days we couldn't eat at all
I'm Fiji water now and my
Wrist drip like graffiti walls
Bro, I'm just tryna get this ball to bounce
They saving for Gucci
I been tryna get a mortgage out
Big Mick Dundee if they try to war it out
I'm different with it
I take this porterhouse to
Your daughter house

Thinking, thinking, thinking
Thinking how not
Thinking, thinking, thinking
Thinking how not
Thinking, thinking, thinking
Thinking how not
Thinking, thinking, thinking
Thinking how not to ruin my life

These cunts don't know about the
Shit that I seen
They ain't never come home
Had to soak the dipper in bleach
Dumped a hottie in a ditch
I go all in for my team
Most these rappers frontin'
Guarantee they bitch it and leave
Love to all my brothers sending letters
Sitting in greens
I'm sick of this scene
Half of these cunts are bitches or fiends
Love me when my numbers low
But now I'm getting these streams
They hating on me
(Probably because they wish they was me)

I wish I could change lad
I'm still eating bricks when I sleep
Make a call, snap a sim
Then I rinse and repeat
Same trap four days, then I switch with my G
Risk my freedom to eat
That's how it is to be me
I've been stressing over bundles I
Can't fit in my jeans
Or stuck in the system wondering
When my missus will leave
If I die today
I don't know how my kids gonna eat
These demons make it such a mission to sleep

I'm just a fuck-up
I don't know how these people listen to me
I grind my way to the top
Then it's back to prison and breach
I could've been something more than just
A fish in the sea
So why the fuck am I back
Out doing these stick-ups in creeps?
It's a disease, made this way
But I wish I was free
Stuck in this trap
I could write these raps
Till my fingers'll bleed
It ain't changing the fact that being
A crim's in my genes
I couldn't care when they're telling me
I'm a king in the scene