Nocturnal

[Verse 1]
But that’s the type of god he is
Like he’ll leave you in the dirt and pick apart your ribs
And when he’s finished fucking stomping on your neck
He’ll fucking dirty up your name until you're placed inside a cage that you ain’t meant to
Mentally exhausted not your fault but it ain’t ever been
You gon’ scrape whatever gash you have until you shovel out your bones that were just sheltered by your aching skin
The fucking rot inside my head that ain’t because the gin
I print a pistol bitch a spitting fucking image of my father
Mirror of a trauma
I really done inherited all his karma
Bitch I swear that i’ma be a better man
Mark my fucking words until this blood land
Jaw drop
Shots on
Shots
Until i’m gone out this shit
Until i’m gone out this shit
Till i’m gone out this shit