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Letra original:

Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin'
Ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose, I never skip it
Still in my hood up pistol gripping
Still got a hundred blunts
Got that Bape up in my cup
Stay with a bitch in the cut
Who stay with my dick in her guts
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't fuck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, fuck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never ok
Bitch, stop asking
Came up and supported my family
Just for that they should givе me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking 'bout cocking thе hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamour
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit made me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion


Ruby da Motherfucker
Grim reaping, I'm undercover
Soul seeking, I found another bitch who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shrugging
Blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em coming
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out
Just because I upped the glow
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
And talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me raise the fucking dead next time I'm on stage at a show


Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah

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