Cup Full of Flames lyrics

[Intro: Halloween (1978)]
Blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes, the Devil's eyes

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
b*tch, I'm f*cking vacant
Probably couldn't make it
True I got a pillow and a blanket but I'm always sleeping naked
I won't get it but I take it
Bread crumbs busted I be flaking
Flicking ashes off the grass and flick them on the grass
I'm lacing up my laces facing public faces
'Cause I'm facing blunts in f*cking basements
Who said we were racing?
Last I checked I'm blazing
b*tch, I'm blazing, b*tch I'm burning up
Got a cup full of flames, got a list of names
Pour another up, every sip I drain send them to the grave
Gotta golden touch
Another soul to gain
Look at the ways, f*ck a stain
Nothing was the f*cking same
b*tch, I'm blowing up

[Verse 2: $CRIM]
Everybody know the drugs on me
One terabyte in my USB
Picture perfect with the image like I'm Warhol
Horns on my head looking like a narwhal
White tenants never laced hunnid blunts to the face
Hair tied, see the death in my eyes
Swear I die every time I get high
No cash just two pistols and a mask
Riding 'round the city draped in a Soulja rag
(Riding, riding, round the city draped in a Soulja rag, riding round)
[Verse 3: Black Smurf]
Still scoping, moving with my eyes open
Never will I lose focus
Dope smoke had my mind open
Taking on some more, sh*t, hopefully green
Dope pulling my knees
Though I fiend, step back tryna think
On the recipe [?] to get it quick and fail [what happened to me??]
I be moving trees up to my [?]
Lead bullet, I'mma hustle see
I ain't got time to wait, too many people
Get on the [G-wagen?]
[?] I'mma rage the demon
I ain't switched the chain, b*tch I'm [?]
And I ain't got more cash on me
[?] all I-