Numb To The Pain

I got numb to the pain, ain't no more feelin' left inside me
Seen a ni- get slain, the streets, they shiesty and they grimy
Better make sure you on point, 'cause if you ain't, you might get bodied, yeah

I got a - family to feed, was a juvenile ju' like 400 Degreez
We was servin' and scammin', ain't got no degree, we ain't got no diplomas, but we got some P's
All that hatin' a -, that - a disease, I'ma ride for the nation, ain't talkin' 'bout Z
She the perfect creation, I hit it and flee, I own cattle, so you know I ain't duckin' no beef

This heart in me ain't even real no more
Gotta get it and go, I'ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door
I'ma up it and blow and turn him to a Ghost
I'ma up it and blow and smoke him like a Pope

I should live on a farm, 'cause I feel like a G.O.A.T., I should get the C8, you'd be stupid to race
Oh, he think that he hard? I must lack any taste, Secret Service, reservin' that federal hate
All the - that traded, they dead to me now, told her, "Come here, and please give some head to me now"
Gettin' rich from these boxes, I'm sendin' 'em out, I got shooters around, I be sendin' 'em out

If it's - around, I be fishin' 'em out
Sweats be killin' her, I'm really feelin' her, I'm really diggin' her
Chill out, lil' -, your pockets ain't big enough
Chill out, lil' -, you know you ain't rich as us, I ju' want loyalty, I ju' be needin' trust
I don't want nothin' else, I ju' want mega bucks, - be talkin' -, then they go tell on us
I'm not a barber, but I'ma gon' line 'em up, we ain't gotta ask no more, we never dryin' up
Hold him for ransom, we finna go tie him up, I'm not a lamp, but I'm finna go light 'em up

Yeah-yeah, tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah

I tried to show you a better way, you just a featherweight, I gotta sit back and medicate
Hit him with bullets, I hope he got Medicaid, I been legit since a jit in the second grade
Lyrical, but I'm not talkin' 'bout Lemonade, I gotta traffic this work on the interstate
My girl is purdy and curvy and smart, bruises on me from the jungle with scars

He tryna drive away way with the car, but it won't make it far, we gon' make his - stop
I love the way that she make that - pop, and I'm lovin' the way that she make that - drop
I made a hunnid from Shiba, done made me a hunnid from ADA, I know a hunnid ways
Stick hit his - and I bet he disintegrate, we finna pull up and seek and eliminate

Yeah-yeah, tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect