| Put the gun in ya
|
| Pull a bullet to punish ya
|
| I’m the son of a
|
| Bitch that wouldn’t even want none of ya
|
| Put your money where your mouth is when you’re coming bruh
|
| 2020 living I’m giving up on the funny stuff
|
| And anybody thinking they’re winning wouldn’t of done enough
|
| Alright I’m sick of this shit
|
| Everybody wanna go against Books, go run it up!
|
| Life is a mother-fucking piece of shit madness
|
| And I think its better when you’re feeling its crashing
|
| Cause you gotta lift up be a bit passive
|
| Seeing this bat shit, crazy, industry, turn a bit lazy
|
| I wonder when normality continues
|
| So I plunder into fallacy and bring you
|
| Everything they wouldn’t manually just think too
|
| Cause I’m happier letting all my cavalry just hit you!
|
| Who in the fuck do you think you’re staring at
|
| Telling me I’m the cause of this boredom hysteria
|
| Got the kids all thinking rebellions cool and its scary huh?
|
| Some day soon I think they’re gonna be all in America
|
| With a bunch of guns and the hunters are more and the merrier
|
| Storming the steps of everything that’s haunting the empire
|
| Think of I’ve done enough of this shit, so suck on this dick
|
| And tell me who’s running this bitch!
|
| Cuz I’ve been livin every day like
|
| I cant feel the fuckin daylight
|
| I roll my weed up and I stay high
|
| Leavin haters by the wayside
|
| I been feeling different inside
|
| I can see my shadow at night
|
| You can see the darkness in my eyes
|
| That’s when I come alive
|
| Every time that I look
|
| Another troll on the internet
|
| Actin like they wrote the book
|
| Attention they hopin I give em that
|
| But I’m on they throat with a foot
|
| Keepin it movin no lookin back
|
| I see the hate in the looks
|
| But I’m still alive would ya look at that
|
| An If I had it my way most of y’all would of all disappeared
|
| Into thin air like I turned to Thanos an snapped
|
| Now it’s clear If your lookin halos
|
| Then this ain’t the kinda place for you to come an relax
|
| I only relay what is facts
|
| I came in the game with an axe
|
| Smokin a pack and half before you could finish a fag
|
| Now that’s what I call a drag
|
| Now let me get back on track like a needle
|
| You don’t know me and you don’t know my people
|
| And I could care less I ain’t hopin to meet ya
|
| But get in my way I’ll delete ya
|
| Like X on the key board as I’ll ever be lord
|
| I told em to be more respectful to me or
|
| I’ll cut you in half like a divorce cuz hurt is my recourse
|
| If I wanna be more than just fodder for laughs
|
| Outta my path outta my lane
|
| I’m outta patience dealin the wit the same
|
| Peoples that’s in the way I need a change
|
| I brought the thunder now all of em caught in the reign
|
| I came from under the ground and went right for the stage
|
| Page after page
|
| Of nothin but paper champs that I just rip up an turn em to paper mâché
|
| Blame it away
|
| Say what you say
|
| I got the shoulders to carry the weight
|
| I’m not suppose to survive the berate
|
| How am I even alive here today
|
| Cuz I’ve been livin every day like
|
| I cant feel the fuckin daylight
|
| I roll my weed up and I stay high
|
| Leavin haters by the wayside
|
| I been feeling different inside
|
| I can see my shadow at night
|
| You can see the darkness in my eyes
|
| That’s when I
|
| Come alive
|
| Hustle hard I’m conditioned for it
|
| On a come up still jealous bitch ignore it
|
| We been preaching on it
|
| Like we been anointed
|
| Music slapping haters
|
| Keep em disappointed
|
| That be waiting for failure
|
| Watching the haters line up
|
| On a mission to take spots
|
| We don’t ask for permission
|
| Or bitches to listen
|
| Or worry about suckas who take shots
|
| In our own lane blow out the frame
|
| Like lines of cane
|
| And mad walker from Johnny
|
| On the rocks still killing the game
|
| While we stimulate both
|
| The mind and the body
|
| Anybody gotta a reason to turn up
|
| And hit em hard homie
|
| You know its us
|
| Fuck em all to the core
|
| And give em more every time that I
|
| Ma fuckin bust
|
| Jump in it like double-duch
|
| Belly screaming I’m bending
|
| On bubble guts
|
| Not offended but if they is blaming us
|
| Then I’m flipping from
|
| Humble to ravenous
|
| Belly empty I’m angry and scandalous
|
| Single kick with precision
|
| And double punch
|
| Bet them ears is stinging now listen up
|
| I’m a real bad decision
|
| Don’t listen jump
|
| Not a pimp or a player you pussy punk
|
| Shoot from point of position
|
| I don’t dunk
|
| You’s a bucket of bitch that I don’t bump
|
| Me and Bookie and Wicked and Paul thump
|
| Lace the game like a track and its sewn up
|
| Dropping shit like consistent you know us
|
| Ain’t no flaws in the vision don’t hold up
|
| And we blast with precision so good luck
|
| Cuz I’ve been livin every day like
|
| I cant feel the fuckin daylight
|
| I roll my weed up and I stay high
|
| Leavin haters by the wayside
|
| I been feeling different inside
|
| I can see my shadow at night
|
| You can see the darkness in my eyes
|
| That’s when I
|
| Come alive
|
| I been feeling different inside
|
| I can see my shadow at night
|
| You can see the darkness in my eyes
|
| That’s when I
|
| Come alive
|
| Come alive |