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