The Shooter

I don't fuck with you or your type
Voices in my head going wild
Push me to my edge and I die
Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
I hear them talking in the halls
They making fun of all my flaws
I feel so alone and lost
God I hate this fucking school, who made these fucking rules
Swear that this ain't cool,
and all this fucking pressure what is there to prove
And I am so confused, and I am finna lose it
I might flip and OOHH!

Probably hurt someone
Plus the shit that I get from my mom
back at home makes the perfect storm
Only thing to bring calm is the percs I'm on
Hide the way that I feel play the perfect son
When she sleep I take cash out her purse and run
and go buy drugs everything just to blow up numb
Now it's back up to school with the jocks I don't get it
Pretentious bitches mind your business
I hear your whispers and your disses
They call me weird bitch I'm a misfit

The homie just passed away
And I can't do class today
I'd rather get smashed and stray
From this place stuck in hell all these bastards fake
One more kid call me weird I'ma bash his face
All this pain, I might turn to a basket case
I don't fit in so our peers can hate
Where the fuck is the God I just ask for faith

These voices in my head, they force me to the edge
And I am not prepared to make it through the day
To many tears i've shed, these stresses got me scared
It's best if I was dead

My dad ask about my day, I lie and say it was great
He don't know all the shit I take,
I just suppress then get high then I drift away
I lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune,
of my favorite rapper then I gaze at the moon
I dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom
Pray I'm left alone and maybe shit'll be cool man
But fuck it, uh

I sit here sad for what
Sick of being here mad as fuck,
I steal the gun from my dad then I pack it up
Off to school with the tool, I don't brag or bluff
Fuck around they don't know that the strap is tucked
This for all of the times that they laughed at us
I pull out the gun out the bag, think I've had enough
I tell 'em

I don't fuck with you or your type
Voices in my head going wild
Push me to my edge and I die
Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

I don't fuck with you or your type
Voices in my head going wild
Push me to my edge and I die
Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808