"Mannequins Are My Best Of Friends" Lyrics

[LIL LONELY]
Ridin' down the block in a 'Llac, got a Glock in my lap
As I holler "where y'at?"
No fear of attack, because I know his peers ain't got his back
Creepin' and I'm peepin', now the tank out of gas
Head home to the 7th Ward, the ride there was fast
At last, walkin' into the house, I know the moment passed
Then I look into the mirror, noticed shattered glass
Looking like a spider web caused by a blast

[$LICK $LOTH]
Trappin' out the pine box, Hades got the block hot
Heron in my shoebox, noddin' with a blood clot
Used to sell that dope, but still never had no money
Slangin' to fill my habits, addict servin' up a junkie
I, I find it funny when I start to tiptoe with the reaper
He start to runnin', 'cause 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