My Wrld (feat. Tarantieno)

(Yoshi, wait up) I can't breathe, all these demons got me taking my shirt off Fighting them off my soul This is my world, fight for survival Dark night, shining sword I'm tired of trying to fit where I don't belong It's too much on my chest and V-lone on my arms I put all my trust in Miss Murder (Huh? what?) What else could go wrong? I'm a rockstar but you already know that She shaking ass, all these bands, I'ma throw that He talking hot, then this grip, I'ma show that We talking cash, nigga, where is your dough at? You talking crazy, we pull up at your doormat I'm running to the money, huh, four flat I hang with young thugs, you know that they Gotit They keep a rocket just to go to your pocket In my own world, I keep it a hundo He a broke boy, look at his funds though Pockets chips and cheese, look like some nachos I've never stingy, give the guap to my vatos Pra and Meek, yeah, I love them to death You play with Tris, then we stepping on necks Stay with Karee, yeah, he stay with a tech Its YNG bitch, huh, and you know the rest I can't lack, this 45 on my waist is what I'm gripping Demons inside my head This is my world, fight for survival It's nothing to leave you dead I'm tired of this shit, I feel I don't belong Too much in my heart, man, I can't go on I close my eyes and I see Miss Murder Singing me this song I can't breathe, all these demons got me taking my shirt off Fighting them off my soul This is my world, fight for survival Dark night, shining sword I'm tired of trying to fit where I don't belong It's too much on my chest and V-lone on my arms I put all my trust in Miss Murder What else could go wrong? Miss Murder, Miss Murder The devil in a dress and she mine now Back in high school, I was depressed, but I'm fine now I sparked a blunt, so I don't feel no stress, cause I'm high now I'm fresh to death, my closet on a kill streak, come find out I'll rip this bitch and dive out, I know they mad about it Back in school, shit, I was really beefing with a nigga about a bitch that wasn't even bad But now I really laugh about it (Haha) Cause I'm doing way better, them bitches don't know how to feel for real They eating dick, flood my wrist Know they don't want me to chill, for real Don't say that you don't f*ck or rock, this bitch gone slap like Will, for real The devil made a deal, for real Like bitch, I'm still human Not heartless, your words are hurtful But I admit it was my fault So this is my world with Miss Murder Until the wheels fall off I can't breathe, all these demons got me taking my shirt off Fighting them off my soul This is my world fight for survival Dark night, shining sword I'm tired of trying to fit where I don't belong It's too much on my chest and V-lone on my arms I put all my trust in Miss Murder What else could go wrong? I can't lack, this 45 on my waist is what I'm gripping Demons inside my head This is my world, fight for survival It's nothing to leave you dead I'm tired of this shit, I feel I don't belong Too much in my heart, man, I can't go on I close my eyes and I see Miss Murder Singing me this song