Carried By 6

I guess I'm, guess I'm going back
Back to my old roots, how I used be

As I click clack the mac and aim it at ya back
About two taps or three should be enough to please me, I mean
It's a demon, an entity, he sent me and told me to assassinate the enemy, just like Kennedy
The fucking melody
Heart beating so heavily
As carelessly take another shot, I'm sipping this Hennessy
I'm losing energy
Young nigga face the penalty
Allegedly convicted felon for causing some felony's
Fuck a facility, it's fucking with me mentally
Eventually we'll have enough empathy, bond, and chemistry
My other half has gas for a fatality
I know that half of me isn't really the real me
See jealously and envy isn't my way to for fill me
Pardon me for the lack sympathy
Basically he's been waiting patiently
But he's so anxious that he desperately
Slices him open like a C- section pregnancy
Now the legacy has sadly been taken away from his friends and his family
And for the death of me I don't see why I didn't stick to therapy
Knowing that my depression could severely kill me

Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife
Hold it tight
I just might
End my life
Fuck a fight
Catch a flight to afterlife
Your Destinations to the right
I cry at night
But It's alright
Another puff, you'll be ight

Can I have your attention?
Now that school is in session
I think I learned lesson
Half of me has a confession but don't wanna address it
You can see the possession in my facial expression
My depression got me second guessing

Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife (Hold it tight)
Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife (Hold it tight)
Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife (Hold it tight)
Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife (Hold it tight)
Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife (Hold it tight)
Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife (Hold it tight)
Grab the pills
Grab the gun
Grab the knife, catch a flight to afterlife
Ya destinations to the right
I see the light
It's alright