All you half ass
Little rap cats
Wanna rap fast
Get a gas mask
I could lap track
With a bad back
Imma half spas
What a sad fact
Getcha cap packed
If you want that
You can get that

With the shit back
Thinking to myself
That I wanna get that shit back
Something but I dont wanna relapse
Yes I
Sold weed but I quit that

AYYYYYY

Nihkzy get those
If a kid froze
He's a scared pup rararaut row
Uh uh oh no
Such a bad bone
But a good throw
Talking down to we
Then you’re gonna see me
Animalistic
Get a ballistic
Knife from the table
I'm tired of this shit
What you gone say huh
Cause you gonna witness
Something that's bad boy
I’m sorry it's Christmas
Maybe I did it
Maybe I didn't
Tell me you're sorry
I might admit it
Might be a mistake
Might not know what day
Maybe I shot him
Maybe I killed it

I'm up in Hollywood yeah
Inside my it's good yeah

I'm up in Hollywood yeah
Inside my it's good yeah

Walking through the grass just to kill some time
Thinking about all the fucking things that make me lose my mind
I just want closure but I guess that never mattered to you
If I tell you I’m okay well that was never true
Just a lie that I told myself all my life
Just to keep the demons in my head from coming alive
They’re crawling inside me
They don't abide me like they used to
Thinking that maybe one of my biggest demons was you
But those are just irrational thoughts
I don’t mean to be personal I have those a lot
Maybe I need to rejuvenate herbally
Keep my head up and express myself verbally
But I have always been safe in my head
Do I need to speak my whole mind
Am I better off dead
Am I worth your time cause I ain't got none to spare you
I'm not perfect but I hope you fucking know that I care for you
Whether you want to admit it or not
Stop your fucking bitching
Know that I care for you
Even when you be stressing
Just know that I hope for the best
Cause I care for you
I care for you
I'm up in Hollywood yeah
Inside my it’s good yeah

I'm up in Hollywood yeah
Inside my it's good yeah


Hit you with the back of the bat come back and rap
After the show send me a note tellin me why you're mad
Feelin the fire that I once upon a time done had
Ready to give up
That shit's been the latest fad
Fuckin done with this
I'm sick of it
Ready to fight
Raise your fist
I hate this shit
You racist bitch
Go suck a dick and slit your wrist
I'm ready to fuck you up until you can't do shit

That's the story of my life
Hatin' on me just really ain't right
With a criminal concious I could really go bomb shit
But I'd rather be honest
Make a path and stay on it
Gimme the mic I'll astonish
Gimme the dab I don't want it
Feelin a trap in my stomach
Send me some cash and your woman
Gimme the bag cause I want it
I really done snapped so report it
Gimme a beat to record with
I need more than a 40

I don't drink but I pour tea
Cup for a fellow
Kiddin it's hell no
Inhale when in hell tho
Hence why I'd sell dope
Find loads of your hell chose
Shot kicked head crushed wreaked by my elbow

Gettin a sad cat
With a bad bat
Back of the head bap
Backpack nap
Given a bad wrap
Had that
What a mad cat
Send the pack back
If I need more
Imma get that