Broken

[Intro: FCG Heem]
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
They say, oh-oh
Uh, uh
Uh, windows five percent like fuck my enemy
Ridin' 'round with them glizzies, don't think 'bout killin' me
Uh, uh
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
It's too much on my mind, it's too much on my mental
I think the devil want my soul, he want my temple
Just dropped down on 'em, do it real simple
Face shot, I think you left him with a dimple
If he slip, you gotta slide 'til they all divide
Too much pain, so much hurt that I can't describe
Eyes heavy, tears fallin' from my damn eyes
See the pain made me numb, then I got wise

[Verse 1: L.O.E. Shimmy]
I love this instrumental, the devil in you
I pop up, get sentimental, I corner bend you
I'm quick to squeeze that chop' when a opp on the menu
I stick to the trap, spinnin', splats, fuck a venue
You step for them, they slime, you know what they did to you
This shit don't last, fuck your past, don't let it get to you
Fuck that, spin, bend, like a frisbee do
I show you what them choppers and them glizzies do

[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a heartbreaker, real risk taker
Thirty-six ounces, I'm a snow flaker
Why they call it Trapland? 'Cause we got acres
Everybody in the kitchen 'cause we all bakers
Beatin' up the pot, scrapin' extra drop
I've been through a lot, I've been through some things
I done seen people change, I done seen the switch lane

[Verse 3: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Feds just did a sweep 'cause we been pullin' capers
Twin jump, we gon' rock 'em, seen him on that paper
High speed, I can't stop, I'm runnin' from the radar
He tried to run, but I still hit him 'cause it got a laser
I made her cum and then I left, lil' bitch, I'll see you later
My chopper shootin' faders, watch the news, we did him fatal
I'm in the booth, grippin', trippin', eight bands
In the mail pack, next day, shippin'

[Verse 4: FCG Heem]
Uh, windows five percent like fuck my enemy
Yeah, I'm ridin' 'round with them glizzies, don't think 'bout killin' me
I told Lil' Foreign, "Whack that boy, don't show no sympathy"
And they see I'm blowin' up, this shit my destiny
Groupie hoes just wanna fuck, they beggin' me
Murder that lil' boy, he better not fuck with me
Just know that if it's up there, then it's stuck with me
Who the fuck you think I do this shit here for? I'm tryna live lovely
And these VVs bustin' on my neck like, who my jeweler?
He can't come out 'cause I already put money on his medula
I told lil' bruh, "Just grind, don't let nobody outside do ya"
Thank God we livin' that lifestyle that we livin', hallelujah

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
It's too much on my mind, it's too much on my mental
I think the devil want my soul, he want my temple
Just dropped down on 'em, do it real simple
Face shot, I think you left him with a dimple
If he slip, you gotta slide 'til they all divide
Too much pain, so much hurt that I can't describe
Eyes heavy, tears fallin' from my damn eyes
See the pain made me numb, then I got wise