Foresight

Murderous thoughts
Chill on the surface
Looking for the fade
That talking shit is
Fuckin worthless
You haven't found a reason
No
You haven't found a purpose
Ima send your ass to God
And I ain't talking
Sunday service
Motha fucka really wanna be
The one to come and
Die about this shit
Chop shit like a bone thug
Or a lynch hung
Or twisted
Creepy nigga walk around
The city with no pity
Ima keep on talking shit
If you don't like it
Come and kill me
Betcha won't do it
You a keyboard banger
Always talking tough but
Never been around danger
Betcha won't admit it
You a scared ass bitch
It's a matter of time
They'll find you in a ditch
Stayin Alive yeah
I'm keeping my wits
I'm planning these murders
And making these hits
My brothers bloodthirsty
They go into fits
We feast on the weak carnivorous spit

Maybe I'm tripping
On my bad decisions
I don't got no time
For no pussy ass victims
I cut nigga's off
Yeah I burn all my bridges
I guess you could say that
I'm real good at swimming
I'm giving not one
Fuck about all this shit
I'm sipping and swerving
High nigga vibing
My wifey bring friends home
For both us to slide in
I get it He's fucked up
I get it he's violent
Show some emotion
Yeah nigga I tried it
Gone Away
Didn't say nearly enough
But ya'll wasn't feeling
That sad nigga stuff
Sicker than spit from
A mouth full a snuff
Beat making bastard
Bet he's a bum
Speaking my truth
Never been any fun
The homie said
Take all that anger and run
So here I am pissy
Not PC
Obnoxious
Hate me and love me
Like tabs of Suboxone
I don't have a soul
Or eyes to get lost in
Stare back at me
We gon find you a coffin
Feelin so tired
So broken
So boxed in
Fuck all your answers
The pain what I'm lost in
Call up to God
But his line cutting out
So I talk to the dead
You know nothing about it

I can tell we don't belong here
I can tell we've heard this song
I can see the path unfolding
I can see I don't have long

Bet
Get no peace
Get no rest
Grab your strap
Grab your vest
Second guess
All your family
All your friends
Nigga