Dats Ruff

Alright, alright, alright, alright Void of solace Heart got malice No sleep How the f*ck imma chase my Whoa, too basic Let's face it I'm on my way out That's that coward shit Oh man that's ruff Real shit I bled so I ask again What's next a sin I roll advance Tell my woes consult their friends I'm not a therapist Barely manage all the shit on my plate Never fold to mistakes Oh my heavens it's hell at her waist