[Intro]
It's gon' get ya
Hahaha
Shh, you hear that?

[Verse 1]
Everything inside of my head right now
Got me messed up and I can't get out
Maybe I'm depressed or I'm just stressed out
Everyone I love always gettin' let down
I got too much on my mental
If I had a dime for the time where I let go
I could buy another fake smile for my dental
And it's on (I'm still on)
With a dumb bitch
New pain, new name, yellin' "Fuck this"
Can't wait for the day where I put my trust is
Some bitch and I ain't getting fucked with
Fuck your assumptions, I'ma go and make it
Found what I love now, I'ma go and take it
I married my pain, carried my weight in a paralyzed state
'Cause the hate's an abundance
Tate and I love it
Love that I hate you
Sick to my stomach that I'd even date you
Gave me the breakthrough
Patience a virute
I love that you hate me but hate that I hurt you
Now I'm all alone
You the one I'm talkin' 'bout cryin' on the phone
Fuck a line in the sand, put a line in the snow
In my nose, 'till my highs feelin' lows (Oh)
Damn, I could hold hands, slow dance
With the devil, no chance
No cares and no prayers
No truth so don't dare

[Chorus]
Be the one to say (Be the one to say)
Y'all ain't fuck with me (Y'all ain't fuck with me)
Put my blood, sweat and tears in it (Tears in it)
Suckers fuck what you think (Fuck it)
I don't see the point in revenge
Why the fuck would I shoot
Hate to be honest but baby it's true (Baby it's true)
If Karma got me (Me)
It's gon' get you

[Verse 2]
Every friend I make gettin' paid right now
Government won't let me on a plane for a while
Got me feelin' trapped in my brain, held down
On the pressure from the lord that they got me locked out
I got too much on my mental
If I had a dime for the time where they said "No"
I could buy myself a new car in the rental
I get those times where I'm overwhelmed
Yellin' "Oh shit"
Mind gone and followin' my emotions
Who are you to tell me I need doses of myself

[Interlude]
What goes around comes around
It's called Karma homie
Uh, look
[Verse 3]
Took a break from the buzz
And I hate what I done what a watse
CHVSE feelin' laced like a drug
No wait, coulda go and stay what I was
Hate when the pain in my lungs start sprayin' like a thug
To the pace of a drum, no bass
Paint, it was sprayin' to the stud no case
Place in the gut, no trace
Cocaine in my lung no wait (Oh-woo)
Could've state what I done
Okay, grew up in a place where the kids don't play (Don't play)
I'm afraid of the funds won't pay
Let me break into ones
Gold flakes on my plate in my tongue
So fake
'Cause I pray that my mom ain't hatin' the son for the waste of a cum
God's great (Pray)
Don't pray in my way, put a stone on my grave and be grateful that I'm gone
Heart breaks

[Outro]
As tho