Cling to your beliefs all you want
When I'm deceased, I'm deceased, I'm a song
Ay
Pussy, ain't no-one afraid of you
You ain't shit to rap about, I don't got nothing to say to you
Cap rap is just selling pussy, find someone to pay for you
I get hoes on accident, you still trying to make a move
I might need a
Bad bitch, tell me what to do
Please don't bite your tongue, I'll bite that shit for you
Keep the type of gun that's stuck but isn't glue
Y'all don't hype me up for nothing, its the truth
I got trauma by the bucket, here's the scoop
Starve myself like I'm my uncle, shit ain't new
Deeper ice, the type that could heal no wounds
Tie together all our problems with a noose
I'm my own worst enemy
Dope been the remedy
Step outside myself
I see the walls that's closing in on me
Music in my motion
Only focus of my tendencies
Soon as something happen
Try to sculpt it as a living piece
Like
It's a living, bruh believe, almost done
If you don't want me keep it G, then what you want?
You can cling to your beliefs, you a con
When I'm deceased, I'm deceased, I'm a song
I'm my own worst enemy
But I say that preferably
If any of you niggas did like me, I'd have to step to me
If all of you could be on top of me, it'd be depressing me
If they said could match me, I would have to check they memory
I can't talk to niggas, it's a fucking waste of energy
Forced in a corner, they ignored all my pedigree
The way they blow me, know they fans or they better be
And I can't call them dead 'cause then I'd know that they're ahead of me
Damn
You ain't gang who you related to?
If you thought that we was cool, my bad I baited you
Niggas still losing, I don't play but this a game to you
You don't know the tech, you got to head back to the training room
You niggas bots, your music better on deafen
I should press him
'Cause I'm bigger than chilling like I'm Leffen
He don't get it
If it's a melee, I play mind games like Eleven
Button check him
Let it rip like I sent specials through your sections
In a second