Rage

2 years old jumped out the window
Never looked back
17 later, momma don’t love me
My body in tats
Heaven gon' judge me
Matter of fact
The devil don’t love me
Stuck in a trap
Sinning on a sundi
Feelin like ted Bundi
Listen to Joel Osteen
Fuckin' up the whole scene
AY
This is my whole dream
No codeine, I’m so mean
With no beans
I’m so clean I’m showing the old scene I’m supreme
Don’t co-lab with no fags
I rap like a gun strap
Just bust back, assume that
My track is a comeback
Fun fact I do this for Buddhist
Humans who losin' to Judas
Stab in the back from a student
Ludicrous movement that you’ve been consumed with
I’m thugging with bones like I’m ruthless
And the motherfucking truth is
That the new shit they dropping isn’t new shit
It’s the same old
Written by 5, 40 year olds
Ain’t nobody do it on they own no mo'
It’s a cold ass world
It’s the fake music being bumped by little girls
Ay little girl take a sniff of the pearl
Be consumed by the fumes and assume that the life that you’re living isn’t ever
enough
Never ever really given a fuck
This has been years in the making sick of taking all of the drugs
Waiting for forever like I’m 'bout to blow up
Welcome to the rest of your life young blood