Mitch's Golden Goose Freestyle

I got my hopes up I slit my wrists too Yeah I don't know what to do Yeah I don't know what to do I got my hopes up I slit my wrists too Yeah I don't know what to do Yeah I don't know what to do Two, three four five In the back of my drive That's bodies that I count when I'm high Yeah That I count when I'm high Yeah I'm going psycho Bad bitches on me and they loving my dick Suck me up good, yeah they suck me up quick I can take your bitch to school, private lessons from me What's her grade? Progress report full of my D Body bag, don't got no tag Fucking lit, oh my god I'm with the shit, don't mess with me 22's and 33's Aim at your head, don't need no mag I do not miss I got my hopes up I slit my wrists too Yeah I don't know what to do Yeah I don't know what to do I got my hopes up I slit my wrists too Yeah I don't know what to do Yeah I don't know what to do Two, three four five In the back of my drive That's bodies that I count when I'm high Yeah I can go psycho Everybody at the end they call me Michael