Compound 1080

Imma
Hero to some
And villain to most
Rather have me as a ghost then hear my shitty flows
And I
Embrace that shit and make it all me
From a
City With guns and fathers who raise fiends
And
Lost with fun and
Tell em who raised me
Mother on the streets who came in locking in the payment
Walking round my city curse my lineage and satan
Tryna find development my character is fading

Imma
Product of my father and an addict like my mother
Lost up in the sheets I’m tryna find the way to Metter
My hands are always ready keep em tucked with the baretta
You see the smoke coming better know it’s from the martyr

Imma
Beast I’m a dawg
Product of the day
Like malcom like martin
I feel locked in a cage

Jesus come and save me
Goals in the page misdemeanors on the paper
Watch me float above the pavement
I’m a fucking mental patient
That’s my fucking mission statement
Ameer steady fainting
With a Fear of the faded

Uh

Lord knows he fears ones who fill smoke in their lungs
Body’s get dumped and fucked and we done with em eh
Yeah
She want it from me I can hear the lies on her tongue
They rolling off like paper find myself drowned in the vapor
Painted by thieves and i feel like x or maybe steez
Hotel room 888 and I feel like infinity
MBDTF and I’m trapped inside a of fantasy
Even in my darkest moments no one watching out for me

Yeah
I spent
Yeah
They know

I spent years at the crib
Battle with the same old foes
Yelling at my same old folks
I spent years at the crib
Rapping with the same old flows
Falling for the same old hoes
Typing on the same damn phone
I spent years at the crib
Now I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel no pain no more

They know