ScratchingTheSurface

I get it
But we can't change who we are
And the sooner you accept that
The better off your life will be

Now let's close out with the bad-guy affirmation

Load up, click clack. It ain't none of your beeswax
Two shots, one bullet into both of your kneecaps
White flag, red face, leave your body erased
Then use yo bandana to wipe off the sweat on my face with
Bow down to the crown
I ain't never look down bitch
Get back or get clapped
Stop the cap or get grounded
6 feet, repeat til your roots are acquainted
With my dogs underneath where the troubled saint is

Hop back in the Carlo drive off with bravado
Robbed hallow, show sorrow come back with the lotto
Down bad, get clapped. You beg, I don't hear it
Bullet through your head
I'm just trying to lift your spirit

But in order to lift you, I'ma need me a seesaw
Chokin on the rope, hang you up like yeehaw
Chains on yo mama
Mad drama for real doe
Still talkin. got put to sleep with one of ur pillows
Made food, sent texts
Then got back to escaping
Took my time with the robbery
They ain't even complaining

They ain't dare complain
When they find out what my name is
2 chains, 1 chain
Do I gotta explain it

Messed up, nitty gritty
Got the girlies going after me
A crazy mothafucka
Ain't a sucka standing up to me
It's me and GRIM
Taking over the world bitch
Call this deep
We're just scratching the surface

I am bad. and that's good
I will never be good and that's not bad
There's no one I'd rather be than me