Failure By Design

Ruby got a problem
Ruby got a problem
Ruby got a problem
And I got dirty clothes
Got a problem
Food stamps, fifteen bananas
Ruby
And a script of addy, what you want?

Ruby got a problem
Ruby at the bottom
Ruby fuckin’ up, he got a lotta empty bottles
Ruby full throttle, toolie no condom
Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column
Dollars got me honest, honestly without a prophet
Probably spent all his profit
Wait, you want all of it?
Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right, I copped it

Romeo with all the toxins, roll me dope, I’ll lip-lock it
Blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
Fuck all these lames, all y’all so obsessed with names
All y’all dress the fucking same
$UICIDE, I’m out the game
Blame it on the fame, I’m so sick of my own name
I’m so distant from the reigns
I’m riling up a hurricane

Poppin’ Oxy, snortin’ Roxy, body feeling like a zombie
Never been a role model, never hear me say I’m sorry
7th Ward Dragon breathin’ fire, while I’m slicing necks
Sixth sense deathwish, laughin’ at these fucking threats
Slick the one to ask you what you gon’ do?
Nothin’, fool
I’ve been $uicidal with them drugs up in my mama’s womb
All these poppies
Cock the shotty, barrell pressed against my body

Photocopies all around me
Suicide, just call the posse
Kill ‘em sloppy, bitch, we godly
Double cup that’s filled with yella
Dread-head cracker from the ghetto
Don’t say hello, you ain’t my woadie
All your friends are dead? Mine been dead since kids
Hundred more in Angola, they servin’ life behind the pen