One Meal A Day Type Beat

[Intro: Nightcrawler]
I feel like grabbing you by your ears right now
And screaming in your face "I'm not fucking interested"

[Chorus]
Said he was a killer but he twistin' up the narrative
He only pulled the trigger cause he handled it with carelessness
Bullets didn't kill 'em so he died from the embarrassment
Glock made that nigga hip hop, Mr. Herrimen
If you knew that nigga was a bitch then why you marry 'em
Plus he a bum so there wasn’t no inheritance
Noodle ass niggas be afraid of the contact
Talkin' from the gram cause they ain't with the combat

[Verse]
Tryna hide his face in his hoodie
Head down when he walkin'
'Cause last week he got hit for the talkin'
Lookin' up a different place to live, he can’t afford it
So he tryna get away with not payin' for his kids
Shawty in designer, she scammin' for all kinda pay
That devil that wear Prada be proud of me like I'm Hathaway
Brodie shit was laced so now he hulkin' off the gamma-ray
Never beat his demons now he treated like a castaway
Chalked the 40 hour, started rappin' for the better pay
So niggas like my brodie could try and find them a better way
Told the opps I'm one with the Gods so when they shot
All the bullets went around me and they got hit with the ricochet
Niggas really sleezin', hope they not breathin'
He ain't get the shot now he rash like measles
*bop bop bop bop* sit your ass down
You is not hot, nonstop shittin' on you clowns
Pack like the man but I still pack a punch
Straight from the gutter but lookin' like lush
Beggin' for music, I'm like "What's the rush?"
All these rappers be pushin' they shit and it sucks
“Guess who I saw?” bitch, I don’t care
I'm tryna fuck if you wasn’t aware
How you the homie and you wasn’t there
Zoomin' in on my pics like “I was right there”
Have his momma singin' a church song
Tell her get over it
He was doomed when he came out the womb
And it ain't no peace in the tomb
Have the goons pour vinegar on the flowers so they never could bloom
Matter fact he won’t even get buried
Left the body in the trunk
They tryna find the car like “Hurry down to Murray’s”
Yeah they fuckin' with the kid like a furry
Bitch I came from the dirt
So don’t be askin' why I'm doin' 'em dirty

[Chorus]
Said he was a killer but he twistin' up the narrative
He only pulled the trigger cause he handled it with carelessness
Bullets didn't kill 'em so he died from the embarrassment
Glock made that nigga hip hop, Mr. Herrimen
If you knew that nigga was a bitch then why you marry 'em
Plus he a bum so there wasn’t no inheritance
Noodle ass niggas be afraid of the contact
Talkin' from the gram cause they ain't with the combat