Don't Breathe

[Hook] Goddamn, Goddamn, y'all be fuckin' my plans up (God, God, God)x3 [Verse 1] Should I kill myself tonight? Yeah, Just might, Just might I'm walkin' down your street creepin' with the lead pipe Bashin' out the headlights, Nothin' in my head right Gotta blade, I can't wait to shove down ya windpipe For any problem I can show you what these fists like But I play with pistols i bring 'em to a fist fight I'll show you pain in the best light, best night Small incisions have you bleedin' 'till ya chest tight Somehow I don't fit the mold now For any faggot sayin' that I sold out Fuck you bitch your daddy should've pulled out Poppin pills like he straight swervin when he rolled out Ya'll about to spark up the flame now Can't stand y'all like prosthetic legs now Don't feel safe inside my own space now Joell Ortiz probably gonna punch me in my face now Blind inside my frenetic rage I got a nine in mind for all the comments behind my face now How they say i ain't the truest now? Call me LSD, you're under my influence now I ain't doing no shows or no autographs Fuck ya damn clubs, bitch we ain't talkin none of that For every time you dragged my name through the dirt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt [Hook] Goddamn, Goddamn, y'all be fuckin' my plans up (God, God, God)x3 [Verse 2] Despite all my rage I'm a rat in a cage I got a bat and some mace I got a gat and a cade I got a knack for getting mad I'll flatten your face You got a bad ego fam You ain't built for this place (huh) Mad as fuck, tell me how the bottom's been Got a couple bucks, a handful of Klonopin Talking shit now huh, there's a lot of them Throwing dirt on every turn, i guess there's a problem then Finally got a deal son, think i'm buying bottles Poppin collars, shallow bitches jockin, think they gettin dollars I don't give a fuck about your na na na cootchy Flaunt it, yeah you gotta gotta Herpes on your pussy walla wallas You don't want this drama, you don't want this problem Got a few hitters waiting for me to call em Loading rounds posted with the llama A rage called karma Drives bys on a familiar block Waiting for your mama I don't play around mother fucker Infiltrate your whole crew waiting undercover I be riding to your crib riding shotty with a shotty Better pray to god, on everything I swear i'm out here trying to catch a body Fuck a drug deal homie, bringin pain with the work Hit you with a bottle double shots you get murked now For every time your drug my name through the dirt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt [Hook] Goddamn, Goddamn, y'all be fuckin' my plans up (God, God, God)x3