Hollow Point

Why they gotta hate
Gotta hate
Gotta hate
Bitches in my way
But I cannot press the brakes
I been writing music
But I'm never taking brakes
Why they say I'm simple
When they know that's a mistake

I pick up my pencil
Take a bitch to outer space
Shit is really blinding
I ain't talking bout no mace
That was really light
And now I'm feeling outta place
You can pray to Jesus
Cuz I'll never give you Grace
Said I wanna rap
And you was laughing in my face
Fill Josh up with hollows
Now he really gotta brace
Said His momma shoulda Swallowed
Yeah I said he's a mistake
I will compromise him
And I rarely conversate
What the fucks a god
To a Fuckin rat race
Kaso the space wizard
But lately I'm outta state
Said it's fuck these bitches
On my life
She got replaced
Transition: shoutout to
The motherfuckin greats
Wulf Bones Jeffery Eddy Bake
I just paid some homage
But it's Gotham where I stay
Vert Knows how I'm talking
When I say "hop out a wraith"
I know they ain't walking
Imma stomp em like a grape
He say that he running
What he running stay in place
They eat up his music
I think that shit is a waste
Just like Tom Macdonald Stan's
Who never had a taste
Said What I said
And I said what I say
How he a Republican
Satanic yesterday
I ain't with that shit
With that shit
Anyway
Fuck God, The System, Skydxddy and a break

Look, Bitch I'm a demon I know like
He get the cut and I get the dough
You know how it go
when you riding a stolen
Like hop out the whip just to prove that it's it's stolen
Done giving a fuck, yeah I'm already scorin
Been getting so high, yeah a young nigga soarin
I'm all in her gut like a cyst I exploded
She said she my hoe but I find her annoying
Like no I can't cap so I bought her a Birkin
Cuz she in her bag and know she can't afford it
So hop out that whip get to shooting off dribble
I been with the shits ever since I was little
No fucks what I do
We just pull up with sprinters
I get to the bucket
Im hitting the triple
I been getting buckets
You'd think I was little
This glock on my hip
Prove to you I'm official
Like hop out with shooters
You know I don't miss
Like hop out and rip
When I pull out that missile
Like Kobe I'm shooting
I'm hitting off dribble
Like Ang, yeah you know I'm too official
Like he finna die
My niggas will ride
Bro pop out the nine
Bro slide to the five
She know I'm a goat
My dick in her throat
I told her come in
Now she begging for more
You know how it go
Introduced her to gang
Now she got a gun
And yeah she wear a chain
And that shit say my name

Yelling 40 the gang