OPPOSITE LANES

[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