Bipolar

[Verse 1]
You gon shoot me if you real & fight me if you not
If I’m alive still after I get shot
You gon get killed, my people ridin’ hard
I could write a plight that makes you think it’s Michael Jackson songs
I’m lookin’ for a pill, the type that I could pop
Still mentally ill, king of SoundCloud
This internet rap shit’s for faggots
Your girlfriend an actress, that love is not factual

[Hook]
Perc & xan, molly dropped inside that lean, lean
You know that I need that hard, I’m a fiend, fiend
If I remain sober, then I might jus see things
Me + your girlfriend, that’s my fuckin’ dream team

[Verse 2]
You gon shoot me if you real, unless you got a badge
Even then I’m taking death at anybody’s hands
I don’t care what man takes a shot at me
But if your stupid ass miss, I’ll turn you into broccoli
A vegetable, retarded ass, I’m tryna stir the pot
Smokin’ pot, I’m in my bag, you in debt for a watch
But if you watch closely, I’ll show you out this bitch
I’m robotic, never feelin’ shit, I think I flipped the switch

[Hook]
Perc & xan, molly dropped inside that lean, lean
You know that I need that hard, I’m a fiend, fiend
If I remain sober, then I might jus see things
Me + your girlfriend, that’s my fuckin’ dream team

[Verse 3]
Stupid, you useless
Broke, jus like the noose did
Headed down to Tucson, trappin’ off of Euclid
In the stu’, bitch, I went down to Houston
Jus to meet some homies that I never knew til you did
All my people online, Distrokid distribution
& I got that PayPal stackin’ w/o silver dollars
I keep it on the low, ‘cause everybody tryna holler
Like I’m really made of money, but I can’t give it to all ya