Achieving

Rico left here all alone With the bullet in my skull No one knows But my body rotting My phone going off But it's not my mom It's my job More specific it's my boss "Andrew why you not call off?" "Andrew why you fucking late?" My body just laying I'm faded I'm jaded The music playing My neighbors they thinking I'm Playing Call Of Duty Wit the bullets sounds My bullet wound Just wound me up inside a casket I'm so fucking sorry mom The next time you see me I'm gon be embalmed And that's after the havoc I be surprised if my funerals a Opened casket With the way this .223 gon leave the scene With my skull shattered Grey matter Fucking brain splatter All over the place So remember my face Remember the days When we used to fucking hang Never growing old From the fact my body young Getting cold Few weeks pass me by No one calling on my phone Landlord just broke down the door Throwing up From the odor Of cats decaying on the floor When that casket is lowered Won't be the first time My loved ones let me down Will there be smiles in the crowd? Hidden with the frowns?