9-SHOOTER

[Verse 1]
Try to tell me how to do it, now they fucking with my music
Know the difference when they talking down, advise it, don't confuse it
In between it like a toothpick, I fuck shit up just to do it
That blade that you bought is useless unless you planning to use it
Cutting up my bags and [?] fly to Europe, just planning
28 [?] managing all my damage
But pockets were feeling famished, to open my eyes to vanish
Came back now I'm upper-handed
[?] struggle, maximum damage

[Verse 2]
Wasting days to wake up and waste away what [?] to gain
It got me feeling back to those days up on that window pane
But I became a paper plane, flew away, I'm еscaping pain
Well I'm still holding onto some demons, I keep a razor bladе
[?] I hope he got a problem, hope he run up, get a rush
You don't want no problems? Bitch, that's really what I want
Put a 12 in your body bitch, pistol grip pump
Don't ask me for your flowers bitch, I don't got none

[Verse 3]
Lonely on my own, she walking lonesome down this road
I made my bands and keep it lowkey cause it's [?]
But life is like a movie as my character folds
I see the workings of reality, my hatred starts to grow
To relief of the release of a pharmaceutical [?]
My inner-peace is far from here but it's somewhere I strive to go
Feeling something must be better than feeling nothing at all
That's why I'm always getting high and I get anxious when I smoke

[Verse 4]
Like fuck it I get up and [?] it with no discussion
Got you running for your money, [?] and then I gun it (Brrrah)
[?] for my [?], I think that they feelin' threatened
How I'm fucking up the scene man I feel like a lethal weapon
Bitch be careful where you steppin', twin snakes and they packing venom
I got cobras, I got mambas, could aim them in your direction
Be careful with interjection, you really not interested
I struggle to feel affection for all of your fucking bitchin'

[Verse 5]
I don't give a fuck and that's a common misconception
'Less we talking 'bout the pack, I think the zaza need a [?]
THC and nicotine, I'm nostalgic with [?] recollections
Watch him take a noose to his neck and then barely leave a message (Fuck)
[?] in a coma, couldn't leave a message (Fuck)
Mixing in my soda cause I can't forget it
I could never [?] to what the people 'round me lost
The only thing that keeps me here is knowing that I'm *beep*

[Verse 6]
Feeling disconnection, I think they call this depression
Addiction is taking hold and I hope [?]
Twin blades for my protection, for better holding a weapon
But I wanted the .38 just to shoot it out like a Texan
Feeling my trajection has compromised the direction
But ain't nobody help from the sidelines, they just inspecting
I wait until they comfortable, hoping to catch you slipping
Dodge banana peels and then throw the banana clip in
A victim of a vision [?]
The water getting murky, I can't see nothing beside me
Fuck a mention, this is pointless and simply self-expression
I could blow your dome in two minutes and thirty seconds *gunshot*