Halfhearted

(Gen? I need that shit, again!) Faces that I can't even place in my mind How I'm gonna find the time to remember how you look when I ain't even found a hook? Let's make this memorable, taste the first plate you held in your past life A craze never hurt till I got stuck on top of the hearse Washing should I lose pieces of that curse when I got buried alive They fucking snapchatting as I'm underneath there screaming There's nothing left here to believe in Hold onto the last shape in the way you stuck perceiving Reeling off of late bloomers' demon All be sitting and agreeing Consensus teems with opinions of heathens clambering for another reason Your inner compost revealed, with nowhere to litter the hate I hear the cries of lustful disgrace Astral projections half-baked Just end up cashing in as a wave He married for that ass She pulled up for that cash They waiting for their lives You can’t live for your wives Let me tell you You got nothing out of that Let me break through You don’t wanna lose all your swag Better come correct when you speak to the Gen We protect a bitch like we’re men of peace We’ll take your hoes like we’re center piece Labels touch my open wounds And puss will rush, I might die soon My father’s sins were passed to me My mother’s love attached to me I know I threw it all away But it be two to play these games Checkmate on these gooks Cus I know every move in the books From the north to the south To the west to the east Imma take it like a beast I'm the goddamn man I'm the rhyme for the ban F*ck a bitch, I can’t even take a grand Yeah, I got a grand in the back with the bank F*ck 'em, I don’t give a f*ck if they stank Yeah, I take a bitch with a rack Uh, cocaine in my lungs like crack