[Verse 1]
Feeling like I might, be a little on the edge
If a n***a want to try me, I'm on a n***a head
Possibly see me bussin with an appetite for destruction
Can't find nothing but the hunger inside of me in bed
Sort of emotional when thinking about my bro
Who's to say that I might just slip under, lose control
I'm illogical thinking throne, we will never know that fo' sho'
Give the benefits to you to slow your roll
I'm a Rogue Dog Villian, I feel it up in my bones
Transformers kill [?] Put yourself up in that predicament
Ignorant to say the least never know who you dealin with
If this is not the day to be playing with me then is it be
A victim all because I'm going through ill-legitimate-
-ly I'm ready my hands heavy and genuine
Down to sain drain my feelings with
Bang the pain some of the realest shit
I've moved into tank status and illin with the strange to figure this all out
Give the motherfucker the benefit of the doubt
And my bitches sticking my pistol in yall mouth
Woman this is switching my energy in and out
Want to see what I'm all about, get killed by curiosity
Ignorance homie just didn't come at me properly
I can be pretty, I'm pretty confident they doubt my pain
And the diamond [?] fucking block with me
From jacking somebody up, racking the body count up, you acting to tough
You get the maximum penalty of your actions
You actually ended up in the hands of axe murder n***a wrap it up
If you actin' up then you wacking up the field of rap
You must be smoking to make it real look bad
I was hoping that I can chill from that, write everything down
And bring it into the lab
[Hook] X4
Want to take that pain?
And let it bang at the back of my trunk
Bang at the back of my trunk
Bang at the back of my
Bang at the back of my trunk

[Verse 2]
Yo, tryna find a better way to handle it, manage it
Really how consumed by the anger can I get
I've been looking for a different direction to channel it
And got me up in the jam but I never really been a fan of it
But got to do something new it's imperative, apparently
N***as be trippin like they be burying me I carry heat
Berries tree, roots bury deep if thats necessary
Buried me and G I let it bang, give a n***a clarity
Might need therapy, Sight inside myself slight psycho similarities
What I will do no guarantee it's scaring me
Thinking 'bout it little more than I care to be
I would rather write it all down convert into sound
Turn it up and let it pound in the back of the trunk
Until it drown and I hurt, let it serve its purpose till it resurface
Almost as good as churches
Piece of mind is nothing that you can purchase
But you can put on a song and get it courteous
Set the words to melody the jaw beating heavily
Like how to use the pain to become a fucking celebrity
Misery loves company, obviously
And fuck a figure on how to get her to trust me
[And I've been the million dollar man Ted Dibiase
Release some of this fucking stress up on my posse
Like a dose of more Morphine form
This seems a large pawn, a storm no for-war-
-ning sure the head was not [?]
Try me fuck it you won't see nothing more important
Sportin on my sleeve I main organ
Shout out to everybody that I'm supporting
All the love that you giving me, been absorbing
Tryna lay it all out while I'm recording
[Hook] X4
Want to take that pain?
And let it bang at the back of my trunk
Bang at the back of my trunk
Bang at the back of my
Bang at the back of my trunk