Burst This Nine

I ain't a gangsta but won't hesitate to burst this nine They'd swear to God his name was Satan if they heard him rhyme But Matthew states these crazy things that make you turn inside They put my brain in isolation now it's served it's time Yo I exemplify what's wrong with taking all you stresses and repressing them for long So instead of preventing them you just vent them in a song So on friendly pedestrian's how your pencil's getting drawn (oh) Extensively I've pondered and respect is what I want As I'm collecting different traumas I can reminisce upon Maybe I should face the facts I straight up wasn't raised like that but maniac's what you portray me as Bitch I'll play the act I'll be danged if they attacking me get to remain intact But I'll just fake relaxed as they retain me through the Baker Act These faking gangsters only grip a clip that's meant for paper stacks They blatant cap to make some cash they're gazing at my face like"Matt is nothing but a nasty prick what happened to his skin pores Just look at the kid perhaps he needs to rinse more" Bitch nag about my fucking agony I'll end your's and throw you off a motherfucking balcony from ten floors And by the time you hit the ground and splatter I'll be indoors Imagining it happening while laughing this is for sure Cadavers need to get torched the ashes even get scorched I ain't even mad but shit can happen when I get bored Music yes I use it as a way to cope with things So put me to the test I'll do my best and chase my hopes and dreams Still wanna bang some hos and hang with bros and maybe smoke some weed Because I'm craving dopamine craving dope I mean I say the type of shit that make the colleges reject me Type of shit that make you wanna throw a body in the Red Sea With binoculars I watch Nicki Minaj cuz she's so sexy But I'm rocking camouflage so she does not even detect me (I blend right in) Foes are in my zone and like roaches I squash ya I'm totally prone to self-explode and go bonkers Watching my show it's ongoing it's nonstop Ya'll better know what you provoked is a monster I ain't a gangsta but won't hesitate to burst this nine They'd swear to God his name was Satan if they heard him rhyme But Matthew states these crazy things that make you turn inside They put my brain in isolation now it's served it's time I've mastered doing petty stuff I'll slash you with machetes Then I'll drag you through the effing Sahara to infect the cuts That is what the heck is up this cracker is relentless bruh We tell him he's irrational but Kaptive don't give any fucks Attack you with a passion so I'm callous when it gets discussed I brag about my actions as I stash grenades in semi trucks I'm planting some distractions so they'll crash if I have any luck I'm a fucking let-down so I doubt that I'll be letting up Any fucking way I treat a pencil like a blade and I'm equipped with an eraser so you better get away I'm thinking these little fits of anger are what get me through the day And due to intermittent rage my middle fingers are displayed I wanna get intimate with Taylor I'm a Swifty like Mcvay And that ain't relevant but shit I think it's interesting to say Like how my enemies and haters are imprisoned in a cage But what I scribble on the paper isn't limited to playfulness I'm hella immature like I regressed to me at four So they can rest assure they'll find my body resting at a shore I've got a pessimistic core and don't endeavor to reform So if you testing me you best believe I'll cleverly retort The judge is tryna sentence me to twenty-five or more Without the presence of a lawyer to present me in the court Because I killed his fucking ass and took a selfie with the corpse The most crazy man they should get me in a ward I ain't a gangsta but won't hesitate to burst this nine They'd swear to God his name was Satan if they heard him rhyme But Matthew states these crazy things that make you turn inside They put my brain in isolation now it's served it's time I ain't a gangsta but won't hesitate to burst this nine They'd swear to God his name was Satan if they heard him rhyme But Matthew states these crazy things that make you turn inside They put my brain in isolation now it's served it's time Sound like I'm smoking the ganja Put the bullet in I reload the revolver Watching my show it's ongoing it's nonstop Ya'll better know what you provoked is a monster