Is It The Glare In My Eyes?

[Intro]
Wherever the red dot goes
Ya bang
Who's $lim Gucci?

[Verse 1]
I always shoot my thoughts up
In the cut like a bandaid
Mix shit to get crossed up
That's why I call it that Kyrie
I'm riding around in that Honda
Three 10s in me, that's a triple double
Yeah, my hoes fight let 'em kill each other
My eyes red cuz they shot out
Now I'm blowin' out like a vein
Jesus shuttle, he got game
Yeah, I'm always feeling I'm less than
I'm not enough, just second
Been fed up with the-
I been fed up with this fuck shit
Pills out when the flood hit
I'm stacking em like a bunk bed

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yeah)
I ain't got nothing better to do
Why win when I wanna lose?
Hop in we can snort a 10
That Steven Nash from 05
Drunk Drive
Crash out
Stroll thru that Northside
D Mitch with the .45, I seen too much shit

[Verse 3]
Count your bread boy
It won't mean shit when you 6 under
I feel out of place
I'm the eight wonder of the world
Like I can't escape
And I can't erase
All the shitty things that I did, uh
Now it's time to go off the grid
Sun forever gone with the wind
Shit I'm spaced, like I'm out of reach
Need a restart like a router
We don't connect like the internet
Get crushed up like some powder
I been pissed off at this life shit
Tell that bitch boy to come bite this
Not much longer I can fight this
I'm a organ donor, but not my brain
That shit a motherfuckin' virus
Then it starts over it rises like fuck (damn)