HATRED

Bitch I'm chillin' in the cut with my gang And they all behind me sometimes I wonder if my friends really even fuckin' like me Sometimes I hope they might switch up and just fuckin' kill me Sometimes I think death might be the only way to fuckin' heal me When I write songs this the real me poppin' pillies feelin' chilly Have no feelings higher than my ceiling Y'all the sheep that overlook me same ones who misunderstood me Saw me but y'all look right through me This the transformation this the new me Changin' like a flower blooming I'm such a slave to my old ways I lay in bed and smoke all day I get so high might float away I bring my lungs that black decay If being honest I won't change I hope you think that that's okay If you don't I'll throw you away you never mattered anyway Off that ganja got my heart racin Escapin' hell maxipad the demon slayer Makin' music escapin' the time wasted One day they gon' be praisin' all on the music that they once was hatin Alone in my room I stay blazin Indica in the cut gettin' faded Shoot the slugs out the pump losin' patience Cut your tongue out your mouth if you say fake shit Ride around slow swervin' in a rental Windows tinted lane switchin' I got no credentials When I'm with the gang we stay makin' music all on that fuckin' elemental Yuh