$crim - Mannequins Are My Best of Friends lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Lonely] Riding down the block in a Lac Got a Glock in my lap As I holler "Where ye at?" No fear of attack because I know his peers ain't got his back Creeping and I'm peeping now the tank out of gas Head home to the 7th ward The ride there was fast At last Walking into the house I know the moment pa**ed Then I look into the mirror Noticed shattered gla** Looking like a spider web caused by a blast [Verse 2: Slick Sloth] Trapping out the pine box Hades got the block hot Heron in my shoe box Knot with the blood clot Used to sell that dope but still never had no money Slanging to fill my habits addict serving up a junkie I find it funny when I start to tip toe with the reaper He start to running because I usually start to beg and plead him to take my soul Take my life Take my last breath He never did so I took his and I manifest