You break hearts in plain sight
You throw fault on hell's night
You pull fact of Church might

Pick you up I pick me up, I pick up issues in my life
The devil wear me, subdued with a knife and Prada
Designer Momma, fatha to a Llama
Hayabusa knowledge brought to you from the lack of college
FUCK YOU BITCH IM THE LEADER OF THIS HOLOCAUST
BURN THE BRIDGES THAT I ONCE WENT AND PRANCED ACROSS
WATCH ME TRY TO SEE THE WORLD AS MAC MILLER SEE
"WHATS A GOD WITHOUT A LITTLE O-D" (rip)
Everything
Is for the purpose
I dont want my sting to flourish
Everyday reminded of the hatred growing up inside me
Here i am just sounding like a edgy toddler looking for a game, jumanji
I ain't got the salt, desani, where's the money