It Gets Ugly
Y'all hating spreading negativity so passionate no place for y'all demons
Kuz I got me full cabinets
Of my own who check on my mental and they examine it
I ain't afriad to die speeding seatbelt I unfastened it
A life where you need eyes in the back of ya head imagine it
Some days I don't know if ama see my neices graduate
They tryna assassinate my character like Altair
I started breaking down barriers now they all in tears
These demons turning my peers all into volunteers
But this scape goat been able to see past the frontiers
Rewind that back why this nigga always been the scapegoat
Raining on us all but I'm left without a raincoat
I make note from my past lessons and ignorant quotes
And to start earning clean bread now since all my cake soaked
Black on black violence for what y'all came off the same boat
I'm walking endlessly alone tryna see where the trial goes escaping
Ain't easy so I lay prone with some vague hope
I think ama have to hop on quick and see where this train goes
Kuz if I stay here any longer they'll pull out the tape roll
May God rest his soul but I don't wanna end up like Bankroll
My eyes scard for life from what I seen I need a braille code
I put out mixtapes and albums but still can't seem to gain votes
Thoughts of failure in my mind so I go see diago
I'm to real for this industry I think I need an escape goal
Even though sellin dope is the money that I made
Most niggas that said shit to me in person became ghosts
If I make it in this music just know that I may boast only to them
Who said I wont just so I can say so
Bitch niggas tried to do me dirty not knowing my scale shows the real amount Mothafuckka go head and make champagne toasts
Kuz after the bottle dead bodies dropping in the rain soaked
Now does that mean when I die God will have his gates closed
If you smell Prada it's the devil disguised as James Holt
I been a workaholic my whole life like Wayne Oates
While still having to sleep in the projects without a chain bolt
It might kill me sippin that syrup mixed with that faygo
Next day I'm getting my body rushed to the nearest aid post
But don't assume I'm weak kuz you can still get ya face poked
Maybe I wanted it to lead me to my grave post
And be the first dead nigga with a message that my grave wrote
Kuz I got me full cabinets
Of my own who check on my mental and they examine it
I ain't afriad to die speeding seatbelt I unfastened it
A life where you need eyes in the back of ya head imagine it
Some days I don't know if ama see my neices graduate
They tryna assassinate my character like Altair
I started breaking down barriers now they all in tears
These demons turning my peers all into volunteers
But this scape goat been able to see past the frontiers
Rewind that back why this nigga always been the scapegoat
Raining on us all but I'm left without a raincoat
I make note from my past lessons and ignorant quotes
And to start earning clean bread now since all my cake soaked
Black on black violence for what y'all came off the same boat
I'm walking endlessly alone tryna see where the trial goes escaping
Ain't easy so I lay prone with some vague hope
I think ama have to hop on quick and see where this train goes
Kuz if I stay here any longer they'll pull out the tape roll
May God rest his soul but I don't wanna end up like Bankroll
My eyes scard for life from what I seen I need a braille code
I put out mixtapes and albums but still can't seem to gain votes
Thoughts of failure in my mind so I go see diago
I'm to real for this industry I think I need an escape goal
Even though sellin dope is the money that I made
Most niggas that said shit to me in person became ghosts
If I make it in this music just know that I may boast only to them
Who said I wont just so I can say so
Bitch niggas tried to do me dirty not knowing my scale shows the real amount Mothafuckka go head and make champagne toasts
Kuz after the bottle dead bodies dropping in the rain soaked
Now does that mean when I die God will have his gates closed
If you smell Prada it's the devil disguised as James Holt
I been a workaholic my whole life like Wayne Oates
While still having to sleep in the projects without a chain bolt
It might kill me sippin that syrup mixed with that faygo
Next day I'm getting my body rushed to the nearest aid post
But don't assume I'm weak kuz you can still get ya face poked
Maybe I wanted it to lead me to my grave post
And be the first dead nigga with a message that my grave wrote
Credits
Writer(s): Armen Ibrahimovic
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