Nothing
Nothing
I don't feel nothing
No
No
I don't really really feel sad no more
I don't feel nothing so I'm walking out the door
Catch the slugger leaving with your bitch with your hoe
Bored as f*ck I'm just laying on the floor
Staring at the ceiling thinking 'bout what I can do
Got this shit depressing when I look at you
Can't do nothing but throw in your tool
Talking talking talking bitch that's all you f*cking do
God damn
Burning down the capital
Tryna get this capital
F*ck you think I'm rapping for
I get the dough
I get the smoke
I get the coke
Me stay low low
Kill myself slow
F*ck on your hoe
A couple of bands
F*ck do you want
Aye, murder murder me
Murder murder me god damn
Ain't shit free
What the f*ck you need
Give it to me right now
Murder murder me
Murder murder me ya ya
I get this shit like a dandelion
Pantomime
Run it up run it up
Give me what is mine
Do you f*cking mind
I ain't got the time
Boy you acting out of pocket
Out of line
Color inside the lines
I don't want to do it
You ain't got a choice
Bitch you should f*cking prove it
Watch me hit a Kama Sutra on your wife
And dip like you ain't losing
Boy you out of line