MURDER IN MY MIND E

Yeah. Shit, I gotta make it work till the End of the days. I gotta keep it up, gotta live a simpler Life. But gotta stay ambitious to avoid starvation. Gotta leave a lesson for the next generation. On Starkasing, on a train station. This shit's brain shit, try to get patience. People keep cutting me, they don't need remedies. Overdose how I live, other fools make a living Playing it. My life is for me, I try instantly to find the wisdom in that Life's meant to be shit easily. But if that XP is beyond my entity, Who I'm meant to be? Close. All I hear is flapping of their wings, Feeling lost. Been looking for myself and never Sleep, where the boss? This deep love since a hard one, Level up. Keep on, gaining one, Giving up. Ayy, close. All I hear is flapping of their wings, feeling Lost. Been looking for myself and never sleep, Where the boss? This deep love since a hard One, level up. Keep on, gaining one, giving up. Ayy. the one with the gun. Pop, pop, pop, hear these guns. But this generation burn it all. Wonder who gon' call. Number one, I speed dial. Let me rot in jail without a trial. I out. This an all guerrilla, get you scoped Out. Say I'm different from pain that I had And what I know now. I can't feel my face, but tell me where My show now. My stomach feeling sick, it turning, Got me feeling like I'm gonna relapse. Got me smoking woods, grass. Never been the one to have patience, and all My homies, they stay loaded with samples. And we make you a target, that's to make An example. Bet the odds against me, willing to Gamble. And I stuck up in my own way. And tell me I might hit her with that Foreplay. I hit you and I still do. And I throw shade, hunting bitch ass I take My shroomies with my vodka, and now I gotta Pay. All my homies slow me, take it slow, You on too much J. Grass. But I need my bag when I run it Back. Bring the currency all up in my pocket, Bitch, I love cash. Let me decay, I flip The grass when I smack it. Get shitting and I fucking crash. Murder silent when you pop the flash. Vodka in my flask, if you ask me. Talking 'bout my life, all my pies gone, I Know you mad, B. Smack a motherfucker across the Face into a pole. Bet I take another toll. Murder on my mind, I'm in my zone.