CROSS EYED

Charging you bitches it feel like a bonsai
Pop on that tab and they look at me cross eyed
Focus my tention the tension is on sight
Feast in the famine demand from the top high

Uh
Now I been feeling like hog ties
Chop out the rope take the lock off the Glock 9
Don't fuck with hope cuz you all blind
Ruin you slow now I feel like the frostbite

I got a lot to think about
Too many thought they bring me down
Too many clocks is ticking out
Too many pots, to piss in now

Most high Fuck around flip where the rest hang
Nother round loaded in the clip w the best aim
Never gonna gonna make it out the pit it's depressing
Ima go and burn anothеr bridge if they testy

Tasting thе ends
While you playing pretend
Gotta holster the feelings
To face it again
I can't make up a story
To save what is said
So I keep the mouth shut
Ain't no fables for Brett

Overpowered
Leave the soul devoured
Iike a rebid beast
Approach the hopeless hour
Catch me loaded up
We leaving holes in cowards
Keepin 40's tucked
So we be totin power

Get defensive
Fuck your clique is deaded
Gotta massive grippin
On the Smith & Wesson
Fuck a witnesses fibbin
We gon get to shreddin
To the fucking pit
I'm hearing whispers dreaded