sometimes i think about grabbin my pen, and stabbin' it, stabbin' it deep into my abdomen

disasterous, no asterisks necessary
captured by the self-hatred of legendary
as it goes, it grows a little below the average woes
i'll fit it all in my soul

Slug - Escape Route

i was runnin' 'round homie, with five-hundred thou' on me

fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
multi-million dollar, i'm a fool with the hits
hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits

Offset & Metro Boomin - Ric Flair Drip

i mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker, three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer

i'm out the jungle, a real bear
put a chinchilla on anywhere
i'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo
i'm a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain't ate
ain't satisfied 'til all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah

Future & Young Thug - Three