Hell on Earth

That's the shit I yell when they don't tell me where the funds at
$ixth, he got the Tommy, left that rodent on the Rugrat
Now he in a pickle, put the beef between the bun
Pat and Theo Otto Twister how we cooking out the Shore Shack
All I hear is talking, bitch I wonder where the war at
Guess it only happens in these average rappers notes app
That much ain't surprising, I mean look at where they're born at
Luckily the guy with palmed nails, and thorn'd crown back
Doused me in fire and bred me a Heathen
I know that they're sick that my ass is still breathing
Just based off appearance, potential's misleading
But I bear destruction in life for you cretins
Despicable me, quick to do a bitch Gruesome
I'll only send shots below knees like a tunic
These last couple nights, my decisions been lucid
That's why going forward, I been going stupid
Young Glory Boy, drop the L, I don't take those
Cheese on my plate and in pockets like elbows
All from the shit that I'm saying through headphones
Pressured this verse, and diamonds came from charcoal
Lurking the shadows taught me all I needed
To gather Intel on those imma deplete
And those observations helped me form my own thesis
End of the day, man these dudes aren't competing

I been on my own, mama I
Lost most of my soul, mama I
Been losing control, mama I
Just wanted you to know, mama I
Been seeking redemption
Singing hymns
Speaking to him, mama I
Know it's looking grim, mama I
See the lows from the rim, mama I

Stare in oblivion
Not so oblivious
Death looking back, it's hard to be material
Been milking life from these serial verses
It's days where I think about things and the courses I've taken
Been on the side of the roads contemplating
These jaded decisions
I gotta embrace them
Hope I can laugh at the shit when I make it
Fact that my current existence on pavement
Balance the highs and the lows
With the thoughts of me reaping the highs when I'm old
Shit is funny when I get humbled constantly
Thought I was humbled enough, but I won't
That's what I get for thinking, I suppose
Lately been thinking bout kicking in doors
Any means necessary, I been down bad too long
Gotta get it you know
Moral compass so conflicted
I loathe in my pride but I never play victim
My parents too proud that I'm not a statistic
As far as they know, from the art I depict
But they on the outside looking in
Shouts to my friends for influencing pen
Shouts out to Nathan, I might go repent
Playing roulette with the thought to amend
And in hopes to ascend

I been on my own, papa I
Wanna do it on my own, papa I
Wanna take control, papa I
Just wanted you to know, papa I
Been outta my feelings
Shedding weakens
Feeling free, papa I
Know it's Hell On Earth, papa I
Rose up from the dirt, papa I



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Writer(s): Patrick Wilson
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