Keeper.

Pause bitch, thats not my object or option. I dont call quits or talk shit, im starin' plottin'. I said ill be about it, til my flesh is rotten, i hear my nigga callin', from the ash to profit

So, on me is where everything rests, in
My sleep i been speaking with death bout my steps. Dont lead them leaves where im kept, they just leisure their breath to deceive the inept

Boy ive been dealing with doubt on the daily, persuaded myself to stop hating me lately. When im not loathing in oceans, im posted up toking my only sedative

I give not one fuck bout being famous, just hoped you could see all the pain that ive painted, my deepest frustrations, my sieges of anguish, just see my self hatred, and think of those hated

Stay the fuck away from me, that is all that i will ever scream, fucking swing til theres no energy, and thats almost on infinity

Roll up just take my mind up off of shit, i could careless bout you pussies what you offerin', all of these problems still follow with, i dont think yall is synonymous, honest bitch

Since my nigga died man i swear i saw the truth, look upon my face and you can straight up see the proof, way im flowing almost like he in the room, and the way a nigga feel its like he right beside me too

Always feeling as if i fucking can't, always feel the need to light another sack, i can't get around or ever out my past, and i know ill fucking end before i had a chance, bitch fuck