Life Is Nothing But a Tragedy, Pt. 2

I've been flying first class going coast to coast
Never been the type to brag never been the type to boast
Fuck social media you can catch me acting like a ghost
Life is nothing but a tragedy hope my casket closed
So much smoke, in my throat, ima choke
I don't fuck with coke, shoved two pills up my fucking nose (I don't know)
Spending all my money prolly going broke
Ending all my suffering just to get some hope
I can't make up my mind
Should I use it or abuse it
Running out of time
In my mind and I might lose it
Cleaning up the mess I made I tried but I can't do it
This ain't even my prime
I just like making music
Aiming with my wrist up
She just ate my dick up
It might make her spit up
Uber come and pick up
Gotta go re up
Gotta try to keep up
Fuck a tolerance I just wanna speed up
Yeah I'm running shit like a relay
Dropping hit after hit put it on replay
Anyway you can find me blacked out in an alleyway
My eulogy is nothing but a shitty screenplay
Fuck you
I got a lot of anger but I don't wanna bother
Kinda like my father you can catch me smoking marijuana
Steaming like a sauna
"Do you like being high? Do you cover up the trauma?"
Both bitch
There ain't nothing in the world that make me feel happier than feeling nothing
There ain't nothing in the world that made me feel smaller than you did
When I needed to believe in something
Staring at the tv looking through the fucking static
Know I got a lot of baggage that I keep up in the attic
Everything that I rap about always so traumatic
Did I ever mention that this life is nothing short of tragic uh
I've been feeling kinda manic
My tendencies look satanic
I'm sinking like titanic
Put my family in a panic
I've been smoking on some OG that's organic
Motherfuckers acting like you know me I can't stand it
Motherfucking pop another pill in the 'Ville
With some bitches that I hate
We ain't going on dates we just showing up late
Pulling up got a plastic smile on my face
But they know that shit is fake
Maybe in my next life I might have a nice wrist watch
Maybe in my next life I might act like I'm top notch
Standing on the ledge right at the tip top
Bullet to the head just to make time stop

Daniels bring it back with that boom bap
Still that same kid with his drugs zipped up in a backpack
Slaughter up your favorite rapper that's some rap pack
I want all that you can bring it right back
Dead-Deadboy Clique you can check up on my rank
Bitch I'm pulling up in a tank with the pistol or the shank
"Pow" ima hit you from the flank
Gripping on your gun let your mind go blank
I'm killing like a maniac stunting like the Zodiac
Lazy motherfuckers always tryna piggyback
If I could I'd buy a Cadillac and paint it black
Then I'd probably drive it straight into a Pontiac imagine that
Opiates fucking up your cardiac like it's venom from a diamond back
Drop dead from a heart attack
Fucking empathetic now you're clutching at your chest
Calling up the paramedic while you're choking on your very last breath