Hot Shot

You get to acting like a hot shot
Now yo body bleeding from the hot shot
Oh, I ain’t tryna be no op doc
No, I ain’t tryna be no op doc
My daddy left from Palestine to Houston
In a coffin
Naw, he ain’t dead
But mentally, we probably lost him
I feel like Kendrick Perkins
Running five on five in Boston
Cause I been running way too long
Now I just feel exhausted
Cause I’ve seen eighteen wakes
At 18
I’ve carried so much weight like Kai Greene
I’ve done
Things I can’t believe
I just
Might break down and scream
Cause bandaids won’t fix the
Wrist slits
Craved up a six six
I was on a
List
I grew up a misfit
All black lipstick
White face paint
Tongue out like a KISS disc
My patna gave me six bricks
And he told me flip this
Money bags
With a mask on like Ipkiss
If he wanna run I hit the blitz
With the hit stick
The biscuit will turn a grown man
To a pancake bisquick