Look me in my dead eyes.
I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi.
Shot it once then I sped by
I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high
They used to treat me like a goddess
I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch
And don't forget who f*cking brought this
I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't f*cking forgot shit
My daddy died in 2016
I was 11 at the time, took a while for it to hit me
I hugged his body, it was cold see
I still envision that look that his sunken eyes gave me
First attempt, I was 15
Ten pills, week later, ten stitches sticking with me
Recording this while I'm 17
I'ma tell you everything now, cause I'm finished, on my 18th
I'm a kid with some big goals, big poles all around me
I'm working hard, while y'all been slow
I can't wait to do my first show, new flows
Ain't nobody heard, and some digits on my new phone
I can't wait to have my own home, new roads open up for me
I might even get some nice clothes
I don't want no charity and sympathy from any man
50 C on me and you know it murder many men
Look me in my dead eyes.
I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi.
Shot it once then I sped by
I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high
They used to treat me like a goddess
I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch
And don't forget who f*cking brought this
I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't f*cking forgot shit
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Look me in my dead eyes.
I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi.
Shot it once then I sped by
I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high
They used to treat me like a goddess
I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch
And don't forget who f*cking brought this
I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't f*cking forgot shit
My daddy died in 2016
I was 11 at the time, took a while for it to hit me
I hugged his body, it was cold see
I still envision that look that his sunken eyes gave me
First attempt, I was 15
Ten pills, week later, ten stitches sticking with me
Recording this while I'm 17
I'ma tell you everything now, cause I'm finished, on my 18th
I'm a kid with some big goals, big poles all around me
I'm working hard, while y'all been slow
I can't wait to do my first show, new flows
Ain't nobody heard, and some digits on my new phone
I can't wait to have my own home, new roads open up for me
I might even get some nice clothes
I don't want no charity and sympathy from any man
50 C on me and you know it murder many men
Look me in my dead eyes.
I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi.
Shot it once then I sped by
I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high
They used to treat me like a goddess
I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch
And don't forget who f*cking brought this
I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't f*cking forgot shit
I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi.
Shot it once then I sped by
I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high
They used to treat me like a goddess
I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch
And don't forget who f*cking brought this
I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't f*cking forgot shit
My daddy died in 2016
I was 11 at the time, took a while for it to hit me
I hugged his body, it was cold see
I still envision that look that his sunken eyes gave me
First attempt, I was 15
Ten pills, week later, ten stitches sticking with me
Recording this while I'm 17
I'ma tell you everything now, cause I'm finished, on my 18th
I'm a kid with some big goals, big poles all around me
I'm working hard, while y'all been slow
I can't wait to do my first show, new flows
Ain't nobody heard, and some digits on my new phone
I can't wait to have my own home, new roads open up for me
I might even get some nice clothes
I don't want no charity and sympathy from any man
50 C on me and you know it murder many men
Look me in my dead eyes.
I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi.
Shot it once then I sped by
I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high
They used to treat me like a goddess
I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch
And don't forget who f*cking brought this
I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't f*cking forgot shit
Writer: Lycoris Hickey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid