Rifle Spirit

[Verse 1]
I got a passion, waiting for my plan to come to action
Mobbin' from El Paso to Japan, my movement massive
Tryna play you on yo' dreams and put me down like "they won't happen"
See I'm a cold, bold spitter, spitting dull flows vicious
As a grown old sinner turned a gold road killer
So no… I won't give up
I don't know what you think but this world's corrupt
Take a seat, fuck yo' belief, but yet we still discuss
Accessibility and money is all they want
The ideas we construct? No one gives a fuck
I don't care 'bout how many times you've been left in disgust
It sound like this world that I'm painting is all made up
But really, we tear each other down till our lives erupt
When hеavens fall you see the day that you can't keep up
Thoughts of an ending, thinkin' bout, "I might givе up"
And when we do it'll get closer to a self-destruct

[Chorus]
I'm the king and I'mma murder this city
I gave it love but there is never authenticity for me
I try to run but the world won't ever give me it's pity
I made a milli, times two-fifty just to say that I'm busy
Motherfucker step to me if you think that you with me, bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Lying to myself as I am tryna build up wealth
And I am crying with no hope, avoid and hide inside my shell
While the sky's sunk and dwelled inside my mind that's stuck in hell
So I don't if you can tell, but I have strived since I fell
No regrets, I know I'd fail, but I never learned to bail
Tell my momma that I'mma stay and live this life (live this life)
The angle pinpointed my movement right
Yet I dangle down my pity for you to tell a tale (no fight)
Sacrifices carved in knife to prevail that I do well
Sacrifices make the time, spend yo' life inside a cell
Sacrifices don't come back till you decide to leave a trail
Saving up my pesos, stackin' up to drive my dream (uh)
Taking orders, flipping cheese so I can make this cream (uh, yeah)
I got many people in line waiting so don't talk to me
And so I'm plotting to burn this game to its third-degree
Middle finger to all the bitches that said I couldn't be me

[Chorus]
Look, look
I'm the king and I'mma murder this city
I gave it love but there is never authenticity for me
I try to run but the world won't ever give me it's pity
I made a milli, times two-fifty just to say that I'm busy
Motherfucker step to me if you think that you with me, bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Let me take you on this story 'bout me and a milli
Dreaming every single night as I was staring at the ceiling
Yearning for success to turn this music into a living
Cutting bonds, lost my friends, spitting verses at the churches
Proven to myself I can make it out from rural to urban
I'm always at your service, inspire growth inside a person
If you need someone to worship you can follow with a purpose
I know a lot of you flat-earthers don't believe in what's for certain
Spend yo' life beside the vermin, when you could've been with nurses
I remember being nervous, almost quit, my life had worsened
But we can join forces, connect and build a circuit (yeah, yeah)
Hold hands with me, I plot and scheme
Planning way ahead of time, once it's passed my gleam
Never playin' myself like I'm a master priest
I mean a chief, everyone turning fiends
But on that note I gotta leave, to go out, achieve, peace