Ridin' uptown with the windows up
Wake up in the 7th feelin' lost as fuck
Grab the pills, throw 'em down 'cause I don't give a fuck
$uicide on my mind, let me test my luck
Ridin' in the city of the AK's
(Test my luck, test my luck)
Bullets with no name, and they might spray
(Test my luck, test my luck)
Ridin' in the city of the AK's
(Test my luck, test my luck)
Bullets with no name, and they might spray

I think I'm kinda dead
Feelin' like a ghost, half-smoke
Away I go, I'm Jon Voight
Ashes fucking shed off the tip of the blunt
Now I'm sunk from the junk
Oh no, 'bout to fucking glow
Fuck a hoe, then I melt, I'm made of snow