FIEND
It's appealing about death
You have nothing but the rest
Heard about him, he's a pest
No one's hurting but he's smoking meth
Gimme your life, gimme your dream
Gimme your light, crushing your dream
Fucking away, not bein' seen
Fucking me over, bitch being mean
You are not changing, you are the same
You are to blame, can't get your fame
Who would you claim?
Nigga, be the bigger person and take all of the pain
Who are you? What is your secret?
What is you cravin'? What is you eatin'?
Are you a Satanist? Are you a Catholic?
Are you a Baptist? What's your religion?
Stop being dumb, stop bein' fake to a person you have got
Talkin' 'bout nothin', talkin' 'bout everyone's back you don't got
Eatin' so good, I'ma burp on you when I'm full
So, what would you do? That would be fucking wonderful
I'ma buy a knife so you plan to be dead to me
Got yo ass standing like the Statue of Liberty
Rappin' niggas always act like they rappin'
And stoppin' niggas at the red like what's happenin'?
Niggas be actin' like Bloods, they be clappin'
Niggas that act that deserve the clappin'
I got a life but I'm reckin' yo shit, bitch
They went from rags and then put me in rich shit
Talkin' to your demons like it's nothin' real, bitch
Telling the police, nigga you a real snitch
Telling the feds everything I did, bitch
Telling these niggas I'ma get all the clout, bitch
Telling all these rappers that be on my dick, bitch
None of your concern but I'ma free all these dickheads
Bringin' Amoxicillin but I'ma throw it at ya head, dick
Lock the door, hide the gun, bring in all the medicine
Take a chill pill, I'ma put it in your head, dick
Point it at him, say goodbye, blow it in his head, Stitch
Wearin' all black clothes, not a fuckin' emo
Finna press play on your life, like I am BMO
Musicians always talkin' shit, hit 'em with that C-note
Niggas slappin' my butt, now I can see though
Ruin everyone's lives
Everyone needs to live
Kill all the bad people, save all the kids
Max is a 'faggot'
Bitch, who are you talkin' to?
I pull out my gun, and he points it at me too
You are not serious, bitch you are dead to me
I'ma tell your owner that you being bad to me
Come on, dude, it's not that serious
Don't call me a dude, I shoot at him so furious
I shot him in my head, that was the end
Thought I was dead
No, I'm not, bitch
a dark place to light
You have nothing but the rest
Heard about him, he's a pest
No one's hurting but he's smoking meth
Gimme your life, gimme your dream
Gimme your light, crushing your dream
Fucking away, not bein' seen
Fucking me over, bitch being mean
You are not changing, you are the same
You are to blame, can't get your fame
Who would you claim?
Nigga, be the bigger person and take all of the pain
Who are you? What is your secret?
What is you cravin'? What is you eatin'?
Are you a Satanist? Are you a Catholic?
Are you a Baptist? What's your religion?
Stop being dumb, stop bein' fake to a person you have got
Talkin' 'bout nothin', talkin' 'bout everyone's back you don't got
Eatin' so good, I'ma burp on you when I'm full
So, what would you do? That would be fucking wonderful
I'ma buy a knife so you plan to be dead to me
Got yo ass standing like the Statue of Liberty
Rappin' niggas always act like they rappin'
And stoppin' niggas at the red like what's happenin'?
Niggas be actin' like Bloods, they be clappin'
Niggas that act that deserve the clappin'
I got a life but I'm reckin' yo shit, bitch
They went from rags and then put me in rich shit
Talkin' to your demons like it's nothin' real, bitch
Telling the police, nigga you a real snitch
Telling the feds everything I did, bitch
Telling these niggas I'ma get all the clout, bitch
Telling all these rappers that be on my dick, bitch
None of your concern but I'ma free all these dickheads
Bringin' Amoxicillin but I'ma throw it at ya head, dick
Lock the door, hide the gun, bring in all the medicine
Take a chill pill, I'ma put it in your head, dick
Point it at him, say goodbye, blow it in his head, Stitch
Wearin' all black clothes, not a fuckin' emo
Finna press play on your life, like I am BMO
Musicians always talkin' shit, hit 'em with that C-note
Niggas slappin' my butt, now I can see though
Ruin everyone's lives
Everyone needs to live
Kill all the bad people, save all the kids
Max is a 'faggot'
Bitch, who are you talkin' to?
I pull out my gun, and he points it at me too
You are not serious, bitch you are dead to me
I'ma tell your owner that you being bad to me
Come on, dude, it's not that serious
Don't call me a dude, I shoot at him so furious
I shot him in my head, that was the end
Thought I was dead
No, I'm not, bitch
a dark place to light
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Writer(s): Maxine Jenkins
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