INTRO:this is just to get sum stress off my chest


imma lyrical criminal my messeges aren't sublimital
i'll tell straight up cock the gun and kill ya princapel
then shoot the skool then turn the gun on yourself
i tried surcide too but just a plastic bag on my mouth
over my head across my nose also
so when i inhale no air gets to my torso
i die slowly slippin away but still holdin on
until my soul kicks in and tells me that this is wrong
i whach my life go by day by day
had it in a chockhold but it got away
im tired of fake rappers runnin they lips
actin like they wanna pop shit wit the sindicate
you'll get fucked up but i dont need a gat
but you'll still need a bulletproof vest and a riot control hat
punch em and give em a foot print to match
you'll need a eye patch band aid splint and cast
shoot the plantiff so then there no judge no case
imma cat i'll eat ya'll rats that are runnin this race

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structure was off some multis overall 5.6/10 holla

Be sparked about remarks, hell! I see dark in my future
Can’t share my level being a dare devil dressed in red
Stressed and misled about kingpins, sling men dead
From church steeples too much people starting to dread
My script, stay on pagers and lay them wagers on horses
Gamble but can’t handle losing doe, cravers has no choices