Mess in my head

Blood stains all over the carpet
I'm a mess in my head, don't call me an artist
I've been running from my problems
You're the problem
I am forgotten
(Forgotten)
You thought you were nice, but you're not
Fuck you, I could never be what you want
Talkin' on my name then you gon' get shot
Ayy, bitch I got that Glock
Fuck around in the streets then you know you getting shot
You're moving like a zombie because you're a fucking bot
Bitch you know you getting caught
Pull up fast, yeah, with my team, yeah
Fire sparklers pop like it's a Glockey with a beam, yeah
Thеy call me a rat the way I'm getting to thе cheese, yeah
Talk about yo money, 'cause you have lots of self-esteem, yeah
Extendo' clip, it's fat like it's Paul Blart
Say you gettin' to the cash, I got a headstart
If you uppin' the pole, you better move smart
Can't think of rhymes, so blueberry pop tart
Blood stains all over the carpet
I'm a mess in my head, don't call me an artist
I've been running from my problems
You're the problem
I am forgotten
(Forgotten)
You thought you were nice, but you're not
Fuck you, I could never be what you want
Talkin' on my name then you gon' get shot