The pussy ain't prepared
The bitch better run cause I know he mad scared
Cause the bullet got caught up in the chamber
And he tryna uncock it but I pull the sig out
Let the bullets start flyin, this is your demise
Let the bitch boy cry let him pray for his life
But I ain't in a mood to be actin real nice
So goodbye to your life, boy it's unfortunate
That you scammed the wrong guy
I'm a military man in the streets,
Always packin heat, got a sawed off under the seat
And a pair of .40's and my coke stash in the back seat
Got that fishscale it's clean as can be
Never undermine the accomplishments that I've achieved
Got a graduate degree but I hustle in the streets
Gotta feed myself and I don't work for anybody else
But that's just a necessity for me
Show me how to let go how to unwind
Sick and tired of the bullshit all of the time
As far as disorders I am type 2 bipolar
And the meds keep me sane
But my brain ain't authentic so it's time for a change
Living life on the edge
I wanna step forward but I'm scared of the horror
If I step back and all the people lookin at the tower
Start laughin at my cowardice
All I've got is pain
I'm f*ckin insane
All I've got is motherf*cking pain
All I've got is pain
I'm f*ckin insane
All I've got is motherf*cking pain
I think that I'm insane
Yo f*ck you
I was born in the fire
When I die
I'm going back
I'm tired
Of tryin'
To appease all the leaches
So divide em up
And divey up the pieces
Keep your teeth as a reminder
Yuh
Have I gone too far?
Nuh
F*ck that
I don't think I've gone far enough
Pull the trigga, my hand
So mechanical
Thoughts on My mind
So fanatical
Yuh yuh
So fanatical
Yuh yuh so fanatical
Thoughts on mind
So fanatical
Bout to bite down like motherf*ckin cannibal
I, I
I can't let it go
Nah,
No really though
I'm out of my mind
And your bloods the f*ckin' antidote