Fuck Everything, I Never Matter

Yuh, fuck everybody, every nigga, every set
I need 7 automatics like I'm fresh out from the jects
I got niggas talkin shit online for clout like they the feds
I got bitches on my dick, no need for sex just want the head
Yuh
I need 7 pills, make sure they mixed for real
I got 7 sins, repentance to the end
I need 7 Ms, Hell fire settlement
No, I need 7 Bs to match the sting in me

Aye, aye, aye, Aye

Feeling better
Get together
Feeling better
Get together

Introverted mess
Gothic glock cockin in ya chest
African dragon flockin ironic putting niggas to rest
I'm depressed
I'm an actor, why bother rapping
Packin 20s in my faction, fasting just to envision the devil laughing
Wrath in sandwiched mechanics, tap dancing on this fantastic damage
Elastic bandwidth, back to the past is anguish
Just to be King on cancer planet, damn it

Feeling better
Get together

Feeling better
Get together

Feeling better
Get together
Feeling better
Get together



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Pina
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