My mind out the window confined like a widow wasting time outta time pick a side bro
Ion got much just enough it’s kinda rough now I’m always getting stuck and nobody could give a fuck
Always gotta suck it up no luck no buck non stop got me feeling live I’ve had enough
Feeling sealed what a thrill make a deal Ima pack my bags and move away and fuck up and get killed

Ima get killed suffer no more no deals (yeah)
No choice I relapse I eat that I did that (aye)
No act no thrills (uh huh), 2pac with skills (okay)
Legends die young and I might get killed (yeah)

Fuck around the bush yeah I did that motherfucker come back I lived that I do rap
Haven’t made a rack but I do stacks and do rags, keeping up the fire never expire feeling wired guess I’m tired

Guess I’m tired never lying why you crying always flying outer space act up in you’re face
Act up that’s a backup finna go bankrupt now I’m just wining so when I ask just say climbing

(Ronen’s Verse)

Talking so much shit now this shit is getting violent
Shooting at you’re top then you go and hear the sirens
Take it to you’re head couple bullets keep you silent
Breaking down you’re door no there ain’t no point in hiding, hiding

Where the fuck you hiding? I’ll find it, find it
I can’t really tell you how this might end, might end
You ain’t fucking scared you should be frightened, frightened
Lil bitch Ima tell you how
Ima come in and ima kill you I don’t even feel you I’m dumping you’re body ain’t leaving a trace
Shit like a movie you talk like a groupie I’m breaking you’re door down ima shoot at you’re place
Don’t be a hero you make it to zero you taking a bullet right into you’re face
Hit at the ego that I swear ??? bitch ima do whatever it takes

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