OMV.2
Life's a bitch
Fuck the rich
And runner up
Double vicadin
To the chin
Like an upper cut
Never liked the kid
Ever cared or
Even gave a fuck
Just put em in his place
It's not okay to take away from us
You niggas acting funny Damon Wayans
Never paid enough attention
To the messages they sending getting dangerous
Intestines shredded and got em stressin to aim at us
I hoping that the lord don't take me sniffing up the angel dust
And I'm just hoping that the cheque is coming in but I can't even check the mail I'm too afraid of making paper cuts
Mr me I'm the dude
Tell em stay away from us
Mystery why they still keep you in the gang with us
Born to win never lose
They still never get the clue
I don't feel your energy
Could sense it when I hit the room
Off the top get the cheese
Get the red get the blue
Just tryna Mix the remedy's and hoping I see 22
It's drastic I'm sorry that i had to take the that time
From all the pills I'm popping doctor will you let me stabilize
Don't come to close to me I'm tryna distance socially
They saying that I'm hard as fuck because I do it overly
This state of mind is so essential like your groceries
Breaking pencils getting out of line there's no approaching me
Half sentences rash thinking the rap menace
Black lips but his Eyes slanted a tad different
I go harder then sharp shooters and Dads fishing
Unknown futures with past cycles and bad endings
Cold hearted and no label the black chemist
Don't start em the new message the past vision