MONDAY GUNDAY

Who that boy with the shit eating grin on his face?
In the back of the class drawing shit
Screw that toy in his hand dropped off momma van
Johnathan always love to talk shit
Lil darkie throw a fit
I don’t fit
With the kids
Imma split
Every brain in this bitch
That I can
It’s a disease
Someone please
Help me off of my knees
But you can’t
But you won’t
But you can’t
Fuck all you then
I don’t care
Anymore
I’m bear you a deer
Got your pores
Leaking fear
Kill the whores
Shedding tears
It’s all fake
Where were they
When a lake of my blood on the floor
Let it pour I adore
What you’ve done by yourself
Gun in my backpack
Done with your health
I let my pistol rack back
(Bap!)
Parents scared
Got the parents scared
Sharing articles on what their kid should wear
Not how I got here
How I do not care
Sharon’s hair in a clot of the thoughts
Told the bitch bully me popping shots
Better watch
Your back
I am karma
I can harm ya
I’m a farmer for ya souls
The alarm has gotten pulled
I’ll be on my way
I’ll be on my way
In my grave
Seize the day
Run my fade (x4)
Debts been payed (x3)
I can leave
I can leave
Fuck this world
Throw my shade
Watch me hurl
At my brain
Every name
That you gave
I’m in pain
I’m in pain
Give me fame
Say my name
Make no change
Sun day
Gone pray
Monday run away
Gun day
Gunplay
Gun me
Done aye
Done away