Hanging From The Chains Of Desolate Fate But I Don't Care

Oh wait is this the part where im supposed to hop on Ight lets get to it Running with the mac Shots to your back Pick up the slack Im on the attack Smokin these fuckers like the bowls i pack Leaving behind what i lack Rollin a joint Lets get to the point Yall in charge when did yall get anoint Cause im annoyed Of seeing yall prosper without being proper Made of copper but you're pennyless I dont know how i can petty this Yall pretty pissed All on my shit list Leave no witness Bitch I aint playing I aint staying where i dont belong Always being told im wrong F*ck you i still write my songs im too high for shit so sing along Imma run it real quick she love suckin dick imm pull up real slick Argus on attack in the back all black Try and tell me that im wak Talkin to much heres a smack ooh Whachu do fool Catch me outside see me around Pop a round in your skull When you full of bullshit Catch you in this bull pit Be a pulpit Flexing your chain Im feeling deranged Headshots like im at the range When will yall change Cause its insane How yall preach How yall reach How you do it with all the lies you teach This is what you do with the gift of speech I dont understand it What yall plannin Cause im tryna see Cause all i see is division in your mission Lie enough to beat them into submission Pissin on the graves of those lost For indoctrination whats the cost Our children Hopefully not Feeling distraught about the way yall been caught