Nathan s Track

Paper cuts from bible pages
And a ruff taper for generating parental anger
Differences between generations create mental anguish
But listen there's a
Cultish danger within that manger
And he still standin
Others say he's a stand in
Go ahead n brandish shit cuz of the way he's been branded
Now he cant manage a meal that's not a can
I'm keepin it candid
Songs about people
Who can only feel heaven in the position of fetal
Get laughed at when people don't see that fatal vision
Fission makes unimportant fusion
That new friction creates illusion
Delusion means the real story's construed and
You brought it on bro
That doesn't mean he a loose loser
Let em choose to turn to buddha
Or ima become a loose shoota
Yuh
This is how you create a motherfuckin women abuser
Shoot up with two things
Then tie ur neck up with two shoe strings
Cuz of what you had motherfucker doin
Movin em with two strings
Cuz of that trauma
He'll martyr thru hell to get that bling bling
He may dramatize it but he'll be
Far away from his upbringing
His path aint biblical passages
I don't care if ya gotta
Do the math n calculate the averages to see ur bein
Critical of what bro can really manage
At 17
But sure
Ig jus keep, rain it in
I swear
Midwest emo, he gon be mean with it
He gon work with Mike Dean in it
Sure one rug up in the family tree
Probably what's gonna see bro hung up
But when he inevitably won enough
Ur gon see if u can cop that one up
Takin accountability
For what his ability amounted to when he can run up
Motherfucker
I aint no Jepgmafia
I don't care if its EP or LP ill always call ya shitty

His single drops n you'll be out here tyrna play plinko till he drops
Dumbass motherfucker is why he always gotta stand beside a cop
Even if he doesn't stand bedside the cops
Oh lord
His town is a hoard
Oh god
You say when he gotten too good
For his hood
Skippin when he starts talkin real shit like "ayo look"
Peel that shit back
Reel that shit back
What he ab to reveal, you would say shits an act
That's facts man
He gon leave n never come back
Its a house not a home
Social path with people who think bein baptized washes away all plaque
That creates a sociopath
We gon run it back
He gon run them plaques
Maybach all matte black
U gon turn red to a matador
When he close the doors on the fuckers who wanted bro dead
N that's that mothafucka
WHOOO

British
We say diss u say skirmish
Not finna demolish there's already too many shits to remines on
Callout on call
Edgin straight men
N I'm straight edge
The blade be double edge
Mothafucka
WHOOO