​rap

[Intro]
Okay, I'm eating a Jolly Rancher
Okay, yuh, okay, fuck my life, bitch, okay
LOL, who needs a fucking tag?
Familylife Real Rappers

[Verse]
I'm makin' money, I spend it on crack
I'm makin' music that came out the trap
I said I'm gay and all of them be laughing
I walk in his house with a Glock and a mask
He know he shit, so I know he mad
Now, I want the money, I'm spendin' these racks
He talk tough, we bendin' his back
Bitch, I'm with cru, we spendin' these racks
They debootin' my internet
I inject a clip in his fuckin' head
He talk shit and he layin' dead
I be tweakin', I'm off my meds
Bitch in my DM's, she cannot relax
I need drugs, I need to relapse
Fuck my life, I'm about to relapse
Hate my life, I hate my life, I wanna die so I just might
I'm off the crack, don't know what to type
I don't what to say, so I gotta recite
I ain't the person they wanna be like
I shootin' his head like Counter-Strike
They say, "Rab, dm" don't know what to type
I'm gonna keep going but fuck no, psyche

[Outro]
Oh, that's the end of the song, goodbye