Rare, Pt. 3

Yeah I'm slumped Yea i'm off the xans I might die tonight cause I been drinking too damn bad If i die you'll never know cause I don't know a Fuckin soul You can find me in a dark room all alone Never was that flexer just look at the shoes Look at my noose Look at my boo You can tell she look like me Mentally No one can compare like she I can feel the pressure when she get on knee And she push me to the edge Swallow all my kids they dead But don't ever try to lie on me Heard yo girl say "?OhMazy? you embarrass me" Nigga you ain't carying me Ain't nobody hearing me Ain't no radio airing me Ain't nobody clear as me All these niggas tempting me I might just make Rare Pt 3 Every month a ceremony Idols just don't care money You think this the last of me This ain't even close you see Cause ya bitch still got on clothes i see Don't let her get too close to me Don't let ya dog get close to Bea (Hernandez) When i need my bae i just say And i let her s Yeah ima g Ain't nobody testing me Ain't nobody rest round me Keep that fuckin tec on me Case my cousins wanna flex on me Ain't nobody ending me Yeah some family be my enemy Knowing yeah i let it be I just need to rest the beat