Okay, now lets be realistic
If I was feeling mystic
And decided to grab the biscuit
Shut the hell up and mind your business
I'm stuck on pulling triggers
Dumping bodies inside of rivers
Out the way but I'm in the middle
Liquor drilling into my liver
I pull up dripping ashes
Wonder why my back is stabbed in
Feeling low when I'm in my casket
Raindrops that are full of acid
Dripping on it I don't know what happened
Brain rotting cause It's filled with madness
I might stop off in the past
And just kill both my mom and dad shit
I stopped relaxing
Cause I was feeling backed in, uh
Now look who's laughing
Let the glass split on my f*ckin Ford Maverick
I'm a bastard who could never be a pastor
If I was then f*cking cut out my tongue and replace with plastic hoe
I'm feeling sideways
Doing shit my way
Boosting up the crime rate
Every day's another wake
But I can't wait to get another taste
Of whatever will go in my face
So I pull up to the bank
In a motherf*cking tank
Gripping on another shank
While I'm walking down the plank
I did mischievous stuff
When shit was rough
I'm still under a rug
But I got nugs for a blunt
To go right through my f*cking lungs
I coughed it up and my brain is numb
It won't feel none of the drugs
Still remain a f*cking bum