No More Room In Hell

I'm a boy dipping down gettin' in the room

For the Glock say hello

You say shit, blame game noise

With the Glock we can start fuckin' you

This is all fuckin' rude

Walkin' in this shit like a ghost

Feelin' down, little rose

Bloody stains on my phone

N' then I need to move on

But I have nails on my brain

Finishin' with me

Making me insane

Gray brain, gray brain

It's hard to don't feel the pain

I feel like a zombie

Pain in my head, in my chest

It's just opened

Gold chains

Bullets in the roll

I'm a landing shit

I repeat, I reverse it

Gray brain

Bullets in the roll

Great days

Bullets in the face

I don't give a fuck minute

But the hope that I'm givin'

I am always on the rove

Freezin' outside this grave