DEAD EYES

Look me in my dead eyes. I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi. Shot it once then I sped by I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high They used to treat me like a goddess I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch And don't forget who fucking brought this I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't fucking forgot shit My daddy died in 2016 I was 11 at the time, took a while for it to hit me I hugged his body, it was cold see I still envision that look that his sunken eyes gave me First attempt, I was 15 Ten pills, week later, ten stitches sticking with me Recording this while I'm 17 I'ma tell you everything now, cause I'm finished, on my 18th I'm a kid with some big goals, big poles all around me I'm working hard, while y'all been slow I can't wait to do my first show, new flows Ain't nobody heard, and some digits on my new phone I can't wait to have my own home, new roads open up for me I might even get some nice clothes I don't want no charity and sympathy from any man 50 C on me and you know it murder many men Look me in my dead eyes. I keep a pistol on the side big stick like a Jedi. Shot it once then I sped by I said I'm sorry about your bro, little homie, keep your head high They used to treat me like a goddess I wanna burn the church down, watch you begging for your God, bitch And don't forget who fucking brought this I'm a product of your hatred and I ain't fucking forgot shit