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I kill myself
Then heal myself
Then kill myself again
I don’t feel myself
I scare myself
I want this shit to end
By myself
Did it by myself
Can’t find myself
And the drugs don’t help
I come in it stealth
I step in it fresh
Hoes hold the breath
I got the belt
I got the tail
I got to tell
You got the L
I got the win
I’m back again
I’m passionate
I’m laughing at the fact
That niggas can’t rap
Y’all buying that?
Who’s fault is that?
Missed calls — never called em' back
My fault — never called it that
Lift off — never coming back
Rappers — I won’t call em' that
Where the Em’s at
Where the Kanye’s
Niggas throwing up gang gang gang
With shit written on their face
Doing it big with a case
I can’t relate
Do what I say
But what do I know?
I kill niggas with my eyes closed
Standards lower than my FICO
Trouble follows wherever I go
But this that shit that I would die for
This that shit that I would die for
I kill myself
Then heal myself
Then kill myself again
I don’t feel myself
I scare myself
I want this shit to end
The game’s on life-support
And I’m a die for it
I’ma fuck around and pull a gun OR knife for it
And leave a nice corpse
Mama told me find something I could fight for
That I believe in
So behind doors
I wrote raps plain and simple bout what I saw
At night dawg
Ain’t nothing but the fucking cop lights on
I would tune it out — to a nice song
Imagine ice on — my neck and my wrist
And the flights long
I wanted to die at home
So when EM came on
I would sing along to every single song
Like it was my own
What you know about laying with the lights off
At night having suicidal thoughts
It’s a coin toss if I’ll make it
Or get caught up in the sauce
They just want to see me take a loss
They just want to see me stressed out
The haters always bring my best out
Life feeling like a test now
Bet you never see me dressed down
Bet you never see me turnt down
They don’t talk the same when I’m around
I kill myself
Then heal myself
Then kill myself again
I don’t feel myself
I scare myself
I want this shit to end