Pouya - Cyanide

[Chorus: Ghostemane] Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath On my breath, on my breath Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath [Verse 1: Pouya] Throw your set up, I know you fed up Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don't get up I got a vendetta I got depressed and I never got better You ain't on my level Don't be pushing me, pressing me I got a Big Mac and it's next to me And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy On top of the bread like a sesame They want the recipe for success And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin' me, dappin' me Up in front of my family Make 'em say ugh, no Master P