I Always Come In Last

[Hook]
Shoot my shot with my Glock
[?]
Boy I got the uzi tool
Boy I got the uzi tool
Boy I got the uzi tool
Boy I got the uzi tool

[Verse 1: Kyo]
Yeah
I ain't got no Uzi
Really ain't got no groupies
Bringing my dead thoughts along
While I'm smoking on some loose leaf
Quarantined but I'm still tryna make my life a movie
You, you, you be saying I can't do it
Shoot me in the fucking head
With an arrow from like Cupid
Wipe that smile right off my face
I want you off my goddamn case
I cannot breathe till I'm away
I just wanna kill myself
Cause it's feeling like that motherfucking type of day
And I'm feeling like my motherfucking clocks delayed
How-how you bringing in these players when your heart ain't in the game?
Angels in the Outfield bitch you better step up to the plate
Tired of hearing that I matter when my life's fucking a waste

[Hook]
Shoot my shot with my Glock
[?]
Boy i got that uzi tool
Boy i got that uzi tool
Boy i got that uzi tool
Boy i got that uzi tool

[Verse 2: Mortem]
Mic so loud I had to mute it
Gotta re up and drop more music
Lotta these fuck boys copy new shit
We them groovy ugly hooligans
Don’t assume the dead don’t listen
Don’t be mad about no bitches
On my wrist a slit
Hoe I lick it
Show that venue love when I’m trippin
Eat that menu up
It feel filling on my life
I fuck, your feelings
Wake up with the sound full blast
Put a blot on a cop cop
Hurt feel bad
Now I Fly to get fast food
Kiss my ass, I take a drag, pass out, re awake then crash
Counting all my cash
With a band so wide shit snapped
I pack the blunt as I laugh
Why rap about a dumb fuck in last?