[Verse 1]
I got soaked through the rainiest days, they made me this way
Should have left the street but it paid me to stay
The path that I walked on was paving my pain
So I strayed and laid bricks for the opposite lanes
If you ain't rich, you don't play about that guap
I view the city like a section of a swamp
A lot of shit grows, but nothing that you want
A lot of shit gross, and that's just being blunt
Bitches acting foul and bitches wanna stunt
But nothing ever change until you're willing to confront
Crooked cop, crooked cop, yeah, I see him too
Every person has autonomy, we ain't got a clue
I know it sound hazy when I twist that J
That Richtown way, these dummies catch a six-round fade
And yeah, I know them hunnies got them big round thangs
But really, I don't give a fuck about that blasé-blasé
I play the resurrector like the Tribe cassette
'Cause your third eye's just a fucking hole in your head
I play the resurrector like the Tribe cassette
'Cause your third eye's just a fucking hole in your head
[Verse 2]
Gallon after gallon, brain's wet, seeing dead shit
Morning never happened, I'm still somewhere in my headspace
Walked for blocks, never figured out my destination
40 Glock pops, talk a cop into a resignation
I'm a mental patient, safety not a strong suit
Wrongdoer, safety off, one-chambered, I'm dog puke
Tell 'em, "shoot or just get off me", sociopathy probably
Shit that bothers most of y'all probably never bothers me
Told you not to follow me, newspaper's a shitshow
"Idiot with a slit throat stuffs coke in his pisshole, kills family with missiles"
"Politician fucks bitches with issues," Everything I read is just a sick joke
It never really registered as funny
Rather figure out the time they fill the registers with money
It never really registered as funny
Rather figure out the time they fill the registers with money
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