Red Dot.

Click, click, red dot from a distance Wig split, headshot, I don't miss shit Get back, told you I don't miss shit Big knots in my pocket Xzibit Relapsed on Gelato I miss it Big box for the stick like I'm Roddy Ricch Big racks in my bank just like Popovich Try to stop me but ain't nobody stopping this They think I'm wack so they gon' end up mocking this Bitch I ain't Walmart no restocking this (Yeah) Before you leave me need a check please When you suck me watch out for the gat please Keep a heater in case they attack me When we fucking she try to harass me Pull the .40 out run like a track meet Never knew I could make it in rapping (Yeah) Drive the coupe so fast broke the asphalt I'ma hop in this spaceship and blast off They just mad cuz my swag and the way I talk Dripping puddles whenever I go to walk All these sticks and tools I could go to war And they still doubting though On my way to the top This that Kid Cudi flow Inside my soul, feel this weight on me I been feeling low, feel this weight on me Slide out, hit the road for my sanity This how it fuckin' goes in my galaxy After midnight And my mind runs With the demons on my back yeah 'Til the day comes I been through it all my life yeah And I feel numb Got the demons on my back yeah 'Til the day comes See, in my mind, Yeah I'm trapped But I know I'll find a way (Out) See, in my mind, I'm trapped But I know I'll find a way Survivin' now I'm alive and bite down like Tyson They rats and mice an they can't deny it I try to find myself every fucking day now Yeah I do it by myself cuz everyone wanna hate now Remember when they called me names now they acting fake now Everyone been acting like my heart a fucking playground Yeah I don't know what to do about it If you got problems then you come talk to my crew about it Get to the dollars and I'm zooming in the coupe I bought it Roll up backwoods yeah I smoke good I lost my roof can't find it Yeah every time They come around they be talking shit And they all Looking down but that ain't stopping shit Everyday I got a frown 'cept when poppin' shit If you play with me now I get to dropping shit If you took a walk through my heart You would feel the same I remember trapping in the dark Even through the rain They think that they really talking smart But they sounding lame If you tore these lyrics apart you will feel the pain Feel the pain in my lungs all the way to my head Then I think to myself I'd be better of dead So I roll up some loud I can't hear what you said They fill my life with doubt So I fill theirs up with dread Yeah Imma die feeling this way Yeah Thought you knew that I don't play Fair And if you go to hell I'll meet You there Click, click, red dot from a distance Wig split, headshot, I don't miss shit Get back, told you I don't miss shit Big knots in my pocket Xzibit Relapsed on Gelato I miss it Big box for the stick like I'm Roddy Ricch Big racks in my bank just like Popovich Try to stop me but ain't nobody stopping this They think I'm wack so they gon' end up mocking this Bitch I ain't Walmart no restocking this (Yeah) Before you leave me need a check please When you suck me watch out for the gat please Keep a heater in case they attack me When we fucking she try to harass me Pull the .40 out run like a track meet Never knew I could make it in rapping (Yeah)