Payback / Myself
I don't give a fuck cause I hate that
Hit the blunt and the grav, Dead asap
Get your face smashed in the ground
With a fake smile, Look around this is payback
Where the bass at?
2 Face when I face back
Got em like "Aw damn, now Jakes back"
How the fuck a motherfucker wanna fuck with us?
I'm fucking every motherfucker up that wanna play Jack
Goddamn, Why you even try to diss this?
Bloodshot eyes and I'm fine with my wrists slit
Ride by with a bitch so fine and she can't even talk, In her mouth is a big dick
Make a motherfucker mad, He wanna fight me
6'2 Whiteboy with a pipe dream
Nice with the rhymes, see
Not polite with police
Sitting high with a dime piece
No wonder why your bitch still missing
Came through with her friends, Left out tripping
What you want? Chicken?
Never sober feeling
I ain't seen my motherfucking dad in a minute, I miss him
Who am I kidding?
He don't even try to talk to me so we distant
This is for the kids and women who are impotent
Bout to be 20, Goddamn where's the million? Fuck
What is there to do when I can't even find my head?
Woke up on the wrong side of bed and start to burn away my feelings
I was the kid who would stuff his sock with shit that kills him
No wonder why I hate myself
Put the blame on everybody then hang myself
Gotta face myself
I just wanna place myself front page and erase myself, goddamn
I been tryna fake my health
I don't wanna take anybody's help
Think I need another pill
Always in the past I dwell, Knowing damn well I'm going through hell
Hit the blunt and the grav, Dead asap
Get your face smashed in the ground
With a fake smile, Look around this is payback
Where the bass at?
2 Face when I face back
Got em like "Aw damn, now Jakes back"
How the fuck a motherfucker wanna fuck with us?
I'm fucking every motherfucker up that wanna play Jack
Goddamn, Why you even try to diss this?
Bloodshot eyes and I'm fine with my wrists slit
Ride by with a bitch so fine and she can't even talk, In her mouth is a big dick
Make a motherfucker mad, He wanna fight me
6'2 Whiteboy with a pipe dream
Nice with the rhymes, see
Not polite with police
Sitting high with a dime piece
No wonder why your bitch still missing
Came through with her friends, Left out tripping
What you want? Chicken?
Never sober feeling
I ain't seen my motherfucking dad in a minute, I miss him
Who am I kidding?
He don't even try to talk to me so we distant
This is for the kids and women who are impotent
Bout to be 20, Goddamn where's the million? Fuck
What is there to do when I can't even find my head?
Woke up on the wrong side of bed and start to burn away my feelings
I was the kid who would stuff his sock with shit that kills him
No wonder why I hate myself
Put the blame on everybody then hang myself
Gotta face myself
I just wanna place myself front page and erase myself, goddamn
I been tryna fake my health
I don't wanna take anybody's help
Think I need another pill
Always in the past I dwell, Knowing damn well I'm going through hell
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Writer(s): Jacob Dobbs
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