RAGE 101

Yahhhh
Yoooo yeah
They don't understand that
You could be lit and still do whatever, they don't fucking understand that Let Go

Rage rage rage rage rage rage rage rage
What you on? Tell me
What you on? Tell me
Rage rage rage rage

I shut my feelings out when I'm mad
Don't go about shooting black men
Don't go about killing Asian women
And guess what that don't even make me special

I got me own demons feel like Houdini
Up in a race with myself finna beat me
Up in the mirror like don't know this man
Facing me fear and that hoe made me ran
Hot in the cold like harmattan
Told me can't do it I told 'em I Can
I know you good but I'm better than
I get you so hot like you up in Sudan

Motherfucking 12 ain't shit they kill a young nigga take his body to the alter
Real young nigga with dreams not anymore his face in a poster
All your hopes and dreams all you could be downsized to a T-shirt, why
Cause that Bacon talk and all he said was you ain't worth shit

How the fuck you know he ain't worth shit
He been steady moving motion
How you ain't known him but you shot 'em
How you ain't known her but you shot her
All that make me feel like

Rage rage rage rage rage rage rage rage
What you on? Tell me
What you on? Tell me
Rage rage rage rage

Moshpit, yea we party often
Off them drugs we thrown off
We feel like we lost it
You ain't gotta worry bout me imma get that cash
Choppas on me and you know imma spazz
Always coming in first we never come in last
I just got wit ya bitch and she gave me some ass
If he run up on me his toe gon have a tag
I ain't going, fuck around empty the mag winning
I been improving myself can't fuck wit the percs I been watching my health
We got the vision my niggas shoot with Precision
We been chasing after bands stack that shit up to the ceiling
Never miss out on the rage I got this shit in my veins
Ain't no comparison man these niggas not the same

Well how the fuck you know he ain't worth shit
He been steady moving motion
How you ain't known him but you shot 'em
How you ain't known her but you shot her
All that make me feel like

Rage rage rage rage rage rage rage rage
What you on? Tell me
What you on? Tell me
Rage rage rage rage

These fucking pigs are full of shit like tissue
I'd eat them up they ain't no fucking issue
Fucked your daughter she say that I miss you
I made her beg she told me let me please you

All these jewelry on my neck alone could buy your fucking life
And my psycho bitch alone would carve your heart out with a knife
I got people in my city that would take your fucking life
I got people in my city that would take your fucking life

Rage rage rage rage rage rage rage rage
What you on? Tell me
What you on? Tell me
Rage rage rage rage



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Writer(s): Moses Abasiene
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