Yeah
Real Rx
(This is what dying feels like)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Real Rx
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He think I'm lackin' cuz I'm rollin'
He think I left the back door open
He walk through that door, I smoke him
That n***a move like me, I seen it coming
All alone, I'm feeling hunted
I load the drum, it hold a hundred
These n***as gon fold, they not 100
These n***as move weird like wack 100
That n***a moving funny, brodie you gotta watch him
Imma up this Glock and put one through his noggin
This shit'll get uglier than Spottem Gottem
I'm walkin' in and walkin' in without a problem
I walked in this bitch lookin' for the bullshit
N***as took his chain but it was bullshit
N***as be yellin' loud as shit
Swing the Glock, bust a n***a lip
Before Bobby Shmurda I been hot
[?] bitch [?] at the bus stop
They said "Pap, watch the opps," I'm like "what opps?"
This Glock big as a Xbox, this Glock came from Black Ops
I got white and black opps, broke n***as and white cops
Dump the stick make the hood hot
Load the Drac, watch his hood drop
Back to back he gon hood hop
The walls closing in and nobody love you
Don't ask for help cuz ain't no one gon' help you
Rap never gon' work, stop thinking you special
I hear voices every day, bitch I can't help it
You could take all the pills, I'll never go away
This my third fuckin' perc for the day
What you tryna do, go out like Juice Wrld?
No matter what you do you cannot escape me
I know deep down you really hate me
I'm fucked up down bad, fucking with my brain
My momma looking at me like I'm insane
Only people understand me is the gang
You gon' die in the street just like your dad
You'll never make it in rap, you can only cook crack
Ain't nobody in your family ever love you
They talk about you like you're dead already
Might as well put it to your head already
Took another perc [?] rock steady
I ain't gonna lie, my emotions going crazy
They smile in my face and I'm knowing they hate me
They don't know nothin' about me, they just know they ain't me
Everybody ain't the one, I'm the one who done [?]
Everybody know you got mental problems
Bitch no I don't, I'm just addicted to robbing
You ain't never gonna be shit in your life
Well auntie say different when she hit the white
That's a junkie, Pap, she'll tell you anything
I've been to hell and back, I'll get through anything
You should've died when they shot you Pap
I don't need you to have my back, I got my back
They counted me out but bitch I'm back
One day you gon get caught up in the trap
Them bitches don't love you, them n***as don't love you
When you call on me I'll be here for you
I keep hearing one voice then I hear another
Let me take you home to your daddy and brother