BOTTLED IN

[Intro]
Yung Dza

[Verse]
Ayy, what the fuck I'm supposed to do when niggas come to me for help?
'Yac ain't got no therapist, he just be talking to himself
Just stay thinking positive and I stay hoping all is well
I be thinking 'bout this shit while I be smoking by myself
But when I'm around the people, I still be inside of my head
Once I see the clown in people, all I seem to see is red
When you look inside my face, all I seem to be is dead
All my inner senses gone and all the blood that I done shed
Looking like a demon off this pill, but I bеlieve in Jesus
Looking likе a nigga walked through Hell, but I'm just leaving Neiman's
I'ma do the skid then hop back in, tell bro, "Just leave it runnin'"
That bitch left her address in my DM's, I ain't even comin'
Fifty shots, up two extendos, leave at least a hunnid
He gon' leave with bullet holes in his shit tryna leave with somethin'
He gon' die protecting someone else death, he gon' bleed for nothing
I'ma make one call, if he pick up, that shit gon' end discussion
And that ain't your blick, let me show you how to shoot that shit
Click it, then hit it, put your enemy of top of it
The shooter is on point, he be on top of shit
Stand over the top of him and pop his shit
After he was poppin' shit
That boy on the internet, he @-ing niggas he don't even know
He talking crazy on my phone, but he don't know we at his show
He set us up, he set us stuck, we got the load and we got low
I had a dream I caught two bodies and I got away with both
If he snitchin', fuck his life, I'm acting racist to that type
I get persuasive with that pipe, convince that boy give me his life
I got that burner on my hip, I up that flame and I ignite
I spent more money on this gun than you got on, boy, fuck a fight
He was dancing with the devil, now he turning in his grave
When you run from me, you runnin' from a monster that you made
Very lil' that you can do, but it ain't nothing that you could say
A big AR, he running far, I'm pullin' cards, we playing spades
He gon' give me what's up on him, I'm gon' take it if I want it
I got killers put 'em on him if he tryna be my opponent
Let that choppa suit him up, he hit his head, he look like Conan
I've seen some shit that turnt a lil' boy to a demon
Ridin' with that stick like I'm handicapped, I got a limp
If I'm hitting line in this bitch, fuck security, we got 'em in
Another check just hit, we goin shoppin' in
Buy my bitch some lingerie to model in
I keep my feelings bottled in