Look At Me, I’m Dead

I come from a place where death fills all of your pockets
Tough for someone of any color to make profit
Out the 305 it's nothing but Lofty
Surrounding myself with the Family signs and nonsence
Dream every night of carrying a Thompson
Everyone just wants to continue their talking
Someone like me just wants to murder your husband
Withdraws from my own brain, I'm nothing
Columbine, double time chills rush up my spine
Never had to fit in anyways so fuck your kind
Mother fucking swine, rob a homie blind
All for a dime it's scary on dis side
But who am I kidding? I'm white as a fuck
I've never lived that shit. Keep that shit tucked
Fucked up all day, so sit as I sin
Please don't keep asking if I've got a plan

"I never asked for forgiveness or tried to be your friend
I just want someone to look at me and fucking comprehend
Everything I say, instead I just get a blank
Look at my life, shooting blanks, homie I don't blink
Look it up how everyone in my family dipped a useless shrink."
-An Old Friend

Look At Me, I'm Dead

Have to suck Jay-Z's dick to be up on Tidal
Shout out to my fans, they won't look at the title
Someone grab me some Midol
I need to rest and turn my lights off
Sit down, grab a gun and bite soft
Every track I make I just feel liek a time bomb
Over lining my issues is overwhelming, lights on
Have to borrow stacks from homies and even my mom
And I have to stay alive just to finish-