DEAD FILES
He play, he gettin' choked out
Movin' car, he get thrown out
Don't matter how you start out, I came this far from a dropout
I run in with my pole out, these youngins finna get smoked out
Body slam the pack, it ain't have a chance, it got knocked out
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Receiving brain with a brick on the pedal
Ounce of the shrooms, let it sit in the kettle
Raised by my pops, I'm a dick and a rebel
Psychedelics, got a fetish, it's in my genetics
I'm knowin' I'm nothin' but special
Youngins can't jock my aesthetic, unapologetic
I know what I'm worth and won't settle
Bringin' the pain to these youngins
I'm eatin' the brains of these youngins, won't even get cooked
Won't see me playin' with youngins
It ain't no escape from the dungeon, he stuck on the hooks
I'm sittin' on books of the acid, got NPCs throwin' looks
Don't get took to the back, catch a forty right through the hood
Me and Lil Geep got the potion
White witch in a black dress swallowin' the wood
Bumpin' Lil Peep, breathin' dope in
We get sicker than the cabin in the middle of the woods
Want to kill me but it's hopeless
I'ma leave a youngin bleedin' out right there where he stood
I was sixteen havin' motion, LSD and Addy get at me I got the goods
Youngins say they straight but they act gay
Carryin' the game give me back pain
Sniffin' cocaine off a glass tray
Blunt of propane in the ashtray
Youngins say they comin' OG on the beat
But compare it to the next and it's soundin' the exact same
I be comin' through the front door mean muggin
Pussy ass youngin sneakin' in through the back way
Expected though
I'm killin' rats and roaches like pest control
If he run up on me wrong, I'm stretchin' bro
Like a rubber band, wrap around his neck and throat
I'm blessed with both the knife
And the iron on my hip get jiggy like it popped a pill and took flight
Me and my youngins on death row
You'd a thought that I was signed to Suge Knight
And this shit get ugly, real quick
I be waitin' to hear some real shit from these pussy ass rappers
Why he even get on the beat?
The mane knowin' that he didn't kill it
Couldn't be me, boy I be murderin' tracks
You would think I had a server attached to the back of my head
Youngins better be observin', in fact let's bring real rap back from the dead
Bitch