Undiscovered

Sniffin’ my cologne  
Hair full of da gel
In like Flynn tonight
For my homies aren’t that bad
Their just a little fcuking mad
Playing with sharp knives, oh no
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
They'll be floating through later
Maybe laying down, little white lines
I be a chillin’, by about half past nine
I’ll be a jiggin’ sum girl on da sofa recline
Yeah, your ever so kind and real kinda dope
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
Maybe it’s from da nigga, that don’t know any better
Why no one tell him, she was my date
She done dead now, for fcuk sake
Thoughts about what we do and where to take
Like how now is she gunna be undiscovered
Authorities and her family, smell a whiff of her on my coat
Like sum dead wraparound fcuking fox
So now I’m on the Popo’s radar
Everything I do now, even taking my mama to church
Hope she prayed extra hard
I need to teach those nigga’s, who to cut and who to trust
Like I'm a god forsaken fcuking preacher  
I lost da last girl
I feel pissed and torn
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
Not again...