'FOUREVER CLUTCHIN' (feat. Kid Cole)

I'm the realest motherfucka' that has ever walked
Speaking down on me man I don't like that talk
Rolled him in a pack so now I got a cough
And his Momma gon' be crying' when she get the call
Like I'm just trying to get rich, but these hoes' is talking shit
Tell them "suck on my dick"
Man these dogs are always barking, so we called eem a bitch
They ain't like me then
They ain't like me sense
Said "Man your daddy pop narcotics."
Bring it up again and like his 30s Imma pop it
Blast eem like a rocket
Man the bodies Imma drop them
When we hit them in the noggin
Motherfucker I ain't stoppin'
So buckle up
He got a knuckle to the nose, and now he cuddled up
He fell right to the ground
He ran out of luck
When we run up in your door, kick that shit down
Tell them bitches get down
Right on the floor

Let's have a conversation about my fucking subconscious
And how my mind is off the rails, and how I fucking just lost it
I've been sitting all alone with these skeleton closets
Cause everything I'm hiding has a mention of dying

I wanna fucking harm myself
Wanna put me in dread
I wanna fucking slit my wrists until i'm crying out dead
Now fill the gun up with led
Now put that shit to my head
And never let me feel a thing cuz I Don't want to do this shit I'm in debt
Ain't no retribution for the lost souls again
'Cause none of them can depend on any friends
Well I'm the candy man 'cause I'm the one who's damned
My soul been torn apart for years and I don't understand
Why I have to wake up every morning living my life
And thinking why the fuck I'm still alive when I have a knife
So I'll be dead once again by 7am
When I throw a hammer at my mothafuckin planty head
I hate it damn



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Writer(s): Sean Brady
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