The Thorns On The Lyrics

Yea

Aye

If you see me in these streets

Always keep a 9 on me

Never know but

These niggas fold

Never trust no hoe

On my own

Blue bill racks

They standing tall from the floor

Mamma call me on my phone

She like

"Rico please come home"

But I can't no more…

On the run from po

Bitch I thought you knew that though

I'm the most wanted

Most hated

Most forsaken criminal

They just keep coming coming

Pills keep running running

Bullets nonstop penetrating

All my enemies

Now I feel so all alone

All my foes are dead on the floor

My heart feels broken

Recognize some bodies

As somebody's

That I used to call my friends

Could give a fuck about that shit

If it was me

They would laugh and shit

Take a pic

Pretend to give a shit

Had to cut em off

Kill 'em all

Fucked me over in the end

These thoughts in my head

Some are pleasant

Some are dread

Now I'm stuck

In my head

Wonder what the fuck is next

I'm coming for

These fuckboys necks

And won't stop

Until they're dead