They didn't like my first song
You a f** up
You wrong
So s** up
And f** your stupid b**h, I know she sings along
The rest of you wish my songs were long
But I hate you b**h
Because you hate my style
When I see you bleed I smile
I know I conflicted pain
Mentally in your brain
Psychological terror
Should I spare her?
I won't shoot
I won't cut
But you know ill tear her mind up
I'll cut her gut and sell it on the market
Mark it, 500
It sold
That's cold
No one cares for each other
They never treat one another
As brother or a friend
That's the message these rap kids gotta send
I'm lost again