PROXY

I seen some shit in my lifetime I seen some bitches get they life took I been that boy got his shit rocked Ain't know how to act got my mind right It's that good time good life paint you in a good light My type more connie getting booked And my father in and out so growing up I aired it out Sleeping on my grandmas couch I always know I'd make it out Like to show out throw down gloves pull the guns out Trunks getting raided on the corner Hit the shoulder Check the rear view u- turns turn to funerals Funnel out the neighborhood tunnel vision split the difference You is always on that bullshit I don't even want to hear it Talking to me telling me that You just want the best for me but You don't know the message the lesson where we don't give a shit Doing all this shit by ourselves we gon' be excellent Okay we style in the hills like we learning off of Hugh Heff' Got a couple fans but they love us all to death It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives (Yeah Hoe hold up) I got no control It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control "I think you're trying too hard" That's what she said to me "I'm gonna tear you apart" My tendons in her teeth "I never wanted your heart to be in this position" Girl, if your wants played a part you'd be the piece I'm missing Try me (Try me) Just a sample of the skin that you ripped from my bones (Ripped from my bones, ripped from my bones) I need (I need) Compensation for the breath that you ripped from my lungs (Ripped from my lungs, ripped from my lungs) Repentant of the one The world said I should love Delilah, hide them higher up in case your wrist gets cut Demented kinds of lust Fermented, rotting trust I'm fine in line for dying Bring my head to Herodias It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control It's that vice city f*ck with me Hands up if you coming I got money money motives I got no control Now if I hop on track and show hooligans how to do it They gon be scared to challenge They gon say "Gaudy is stupid" A Baphomet I'm the balance Don't give a f*ck nor a phallic Truly mad as a matter of fact I wonder where's Alice? She prolly changing proportions Making discourses About the abortions Saying "they don't count as corpses" But if I behead her I'm wrong Gaudy just evil If hell was a film then Gaudy got lead in the sequel Niggas phony, they only Wanted me for the freak show So imma bisect they heads in a dress In pieces may all his friends rest (Yuh) Soon to see my influence Be weary Imma keep moving Hands around my throat Can you hold me close Out all on my own Giving up these ghosts Chant for me Y'all can't see Hands around my throat Can you hold me close Out all on my own Nowhere else to go Chant for me Can't you see I don't wanna die, I don't wanna try to get out of this life This life I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna seem like I haven't seen the light The light Ooh, Ooh, Ooh