DRAINO - City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula

Woke up drenched in a sweat so cold

That it froze my home, wanna go to Hell

'Cause at least it’s warm on a brimstone floor

No love no more, I’m gettin' frail (Yeah)

And my face is not the same as before

I cannot see who I was before

I died and was reborn as a dog

I cannot look myself in the mirror

I cause quakes

Last to touch everything that breaks (Okay)

And I’d rather not even show my face

Cops on the block and they buildin' a case (Wassup?)

Hope that these shots put holes in ya cape

I don’t want nobody savin' the day

This black AK got somethin' to say (Okay)

It’s okay, just back up and pray (What?)

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate (Mula)

Ayy, my shotty got a body on it (Sleezy)

Tommy got a body on it (Sleezy)

I just body my opponents (Boom-boom)

I’m John Gotti, you’s a rodent (Fuck outta here)

Double barrel shotgun, run like Ricky (Rrah)

Hit 'em with a hot one, drum hold fifty (Boom-boom)

Cop killer shells like Mutombo’s pinky (Boom-boom)

Bitch curl up like a jumbo shrimpy (Slide)

Feds wanna watch everything I do (No, no)

CNN, Fox 5, 10 o’clock news (Bitch)

Mom’s stressed, kids stressed, and pops too (Boom-boom)

My wrist, carats, your gang buy jewel (Mula)

Shawty suck my soul 'til my dick turn blue (Slide)

Shawty fuck me crazy like a sick cartoon (Slide)

In a Mercedes, I go vroom-vroom (Skrrt)

Niggas talkin' brazy, they get boom-boom (Boom-boom)

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate (Ugh-ah)

I might have it all

But half of the time I just feel insignificant

Incapable, intoxicated

I’m over the pressure, yet feel underprivileged

Like my kingdom is buried in sand

Ozymandias, I am the man

As I look at the cards in my hand

The fortune teller of the tarots says terror

I’m sick of artists that chuck up the deuce

When they get the juice when you helped from the roots

And I’m sick of hoes that walk in and seduce

But then talkin' shit once you give 'em the boot, ahem

Clear your throat 'cause you know you a swallower

Up to me?

I would kill the whole lot of ya

So it’s part two to Hell or High Water, huh?

Test your gangsta but went Law & Order, huh?

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate

Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain

Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate