Oxygen

Droppin' out, hoppin' out, straight out the casket. Pilate drop it like Huey done asked me. Murder my corpse if you crazy, I'm batshit. Balt is the one that get paid with a Passion. Where did it start? I think I know. The second I chose to Come out of my toe. Everyone gather, Hold hands, and let out a big "fuck you" Balls on two. One, two, coming through. Your crew look like Tuong Fu. Give a fuck about your loot. Motherfucker, give it truth. If you all out took the latter, I'ma have To take the first. Try to pop me for my spot. Hold up, someone get this boy a hearse. I'm taking my way home to you. I just need some space. I don't wanna live today. Bring me to the promised He opened up his beef, whispered, "Balt, please come with me." Dead boy, what big eyes you have. Better than see you with hands on the wrist, Cars break, one grip. I will rise from the fire and blow away With the breeze. My boy rise from the ground, Making it hard to breathe.