Government Issue
Y'all thought that corny shit that I dropped was hot?
Absolutely not
5 year old bars
They expired
Let me hit you with that new shit
That fire
Boy, Your girl's with me
She cheating like a take home test
Puffing weak pressure got me pressured
Bottle up that trauma like it's repression
Struggling with depression
Black heart like the bottom of the ocean
Class is in session
Leave your head recessed
Hole in the skull
Guaranteed an hour or less
Like it's recess
(You thought Business Casual beatdown was some fucking bullshit?)
Throwing hands at the playground
You say that you spit rounds?
These bullets government issued
You speak my gov we gotta issues
You gonna get bullets issued
Pre-meditated
Release
Pre-medicated
I stay medicated
I stay elevated
Gotta black out just to keep my mind right
2 questions waking up in the morning
"Who and where the fuck am I?"
Bro I'm that guy
White kid with bars
But I'm not a dealer in the suburbs
Smoking on dark herbs
My mind getting darker
Like the firing pin
I'm firing at him
Skinny emo rappers
Looking like a slim Jim
Like "who's him?"
Label said put a hook on it
I said
"The left or the right one?"
Fuck if I write one
Absolutely not
5 year old bars
They expired
Let me hit you with that new shit
That fire
Boy, Your girl's with me
She cheating like a take home test
Puffing weak pressure got me pressured
Bottle up that trauma like it's repression
Struggling with depression
Black heart like the bottom of the ocean
Class is in session
Leave your head recessed
Hole in the skull
Guaranteed an hour or less
Like it's recess
(You thought Business Casual beatdown was some fucking bullshit?)
Throwing hands at the playground
You say that you spit rounds?
These bullets government issued
You speak my gov we gotta issues
You gonna get bullets issued
Pre-meditated
Release
Pre-medicated
I stay medicated
I stay elevated
Gotta black out just to keep my mind right
2 questions waking up in the morning
"Who and where the fuck am I?"
Bro I'm that guy
White kid with bars
But I'm not a dealer in the suburbs
Smoking on dark herbs
My mind getting darker
Like the firing pin
I'm firing at him
Skinny emo rappers
Looking like a slim Jim
Like "who's him?"
Label said put a hook on it
I said
"The left or the right one?"
Fuck if I write one
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