$uicideboy$ - Failure by Design lyrics

Ruby got a problem ruby got a problem
Ruby got a problem and I got dirty clothes
Got a problem food stamps, fifteen bananas
Ruby and a script of addy, what you want?

Ruby got a problem ruby at the bottom
Ruby fuckin' up, he got a lotta empty bottles
Ruby full throttle, toolie no condom
Bust it back and watch my
Brains splat on the column
Dollars got me honest
Honestly without a prophet
Probably spent all his profit
Wait, you want all of it?
Yeah, that's fuckin' right, I copped it
Romeo with all the toxins, roll me dope
I'll lip-lock it
Blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
Fuck all these lames
All y'all so obsessed with names
All y'all dress the fucking same


$UICIDE, I'm out the game
Blame it on the fame
I'm so sick of my own name
I'm so distant from the reigns
I'm riling up a hurricane

Poppin' Oxy, snortin' Roxy
Body feeling like a zombie
Never been a role model
Never hear me say I'm sorry
7th Ward Dragon breathin' fire
While I'm slicing necks
Sixth sense deathwish
Laughin' at these fucking threats
Slick the one to ask you what you gon' do?
Nothin', fool
I've been $uicidal with them drugs
Up in my mama's womb all these poppies
Cock the shotty
Barrell pressed against my body
Photocopies all around me
$UICIDE, just call the posse
Kill 'em sloppy, bitch, we godly
Double cup that's filled with yella
Dread head cracker from the ghetto
Don't say hello, you ain't my woadie
All your friends are dead? Mine
Been dead since kids hundred more in Angola
They servin' life behind the pen