Kamikaze

Dog, I done been through pain that you probably can’t imagine
These bitches loved me just as soon as the bag did
My hood crazy bodies dropping more than Baghdad
You can check my resume if you ain’t already hear
I was sliding with the choppa cause I’m already mad
When I got the phone call like what did he dead
How the fuck he just recover taking one to the head
But he put his body in between to cover his kid
You can talk about my but it don’t mean none
I was struggling with my brothers when we ain’t have a crumb
Sliding with the thirty-eight cause we ain’t have a drum
Motherfuckers love to hate cause they ain’t achieve none
I don’t owe nobody shit but this anchor
You know what I rep but I’m cool with some gangstas
Catch us in the club with them tools throwing paper
Make a phone call and they pulling out them dracos
I’m trying to get my momma out the ghetto buy her acres
Used to wake up supplying dope to my neighbors
My heart so cold starting to feel like a glacier
Hoes ain’t shit starting to feel like they basic
Aye, in my cup I got some codeine
Having suicidal thoughts feel like Cobain
In the kitchen mixing shit up with this cocaine
Trying to stretch a whole thang make my own lane
I don’t owe nobody nothing in this cold game
An she can be my hoe and still don’t know my whole name
I done seen her switch up on me and I won’t change
I don’t been through so much pain in that cold rain
Aye, bout to put my granny name on a cold chain
Move smooth on your dame like Coltrane
Please don’t get up in my lane I got road rage
An I’ll run your ass over in that Rover Range
I mean that Range Rover
When I drop this mixtape man the game over
Wake up with hoes in the trap like Hangover
Aye, I be off that pack I ain’t sober
I got blood on my slacks gotta change clothes
I done took a few L’s I remain golden
You can try me bet I ain’t folding
Bet I ain’t going
And they rapping like they rich but they ain’t holding