FUKURŌ

[Verse 1: GodIsMikey]

A lot of these niggas
Just flockin' with niggas
Imma fuck around and put a stop to these niggas
Gotta price on my head but they can't afford
Tryna pull up in the all black matte four door
Let the window down
And the sawed off draw
I'll kill anything against me that formed
Hate takes many shapes, & it takes many forms
But I'm above the bullshit fly away from the norm
Cut from a cloth that's made for a god
Keep my loins dipped in gold
Got the magnum extra large
With the xanny's and the addy's
Keep em' stashed in my car
Next to weed I'm little baggies in glove department
I just wanna know, why these niggas wanna start shit
I'm just tryna glo, get my music up & started
Maybe make some clothes cause my looks is always poppin'
Where i'm tryna go, can't give up, no stoppin'

"Fukurō"

[Verse 2: GodIsMikey]
All of these demons in my head
I think these niggas want dead
Every day I wake up complacent
My thoughts are filled with dread
Lock my spirit up in anguish
Ambitions fading away
Everybody round me so ahead and I'm still in last place
Reflection staring back at me, can't even recognize my face
Guess that's just what kinda happens when you move from
Place to place
Around people with bad intentions, tryna feed off your energy
My kindness lost in translation or maybe i'm too naive

[Outro: GodIsMikey]
Where do I go from here?
What have i learned from this?
How do I overcome?
Feelings of indifference?
When does the kingdom come?
I just wanna have it all
Or should I just over dose?
Got the pills in my fukuro