TORN UP

Hope with the scope, wonder where the body land at
Giant fucking weapon on the waist it make the pants sag
Choking and the coughing homie plaguing with the anthrax
Clique is full of dead i wonder where the final man at

Wonder where we go
I ain't ever gonna know but
Aiming for the throat
Like I sad he getting choked up
Fucking witta purpose and my purpose is to glow up
Part of me deserve it and the other me is torn up

Cram foe the bands in van w thе Masks aye
Man needa plan needa plan for I pass way
Smoking on the lethal I ain't gonna lеave a grass stain
Backspace take you out the pictures in the glass frame

Things are quickly changing when u looking down a cross hair
Never been the plan but now that's just the way we got there
I know u fucking lie to me u saying that u not scared
Corner of the eye you looking for it and it's not there

Shordy don't bring me down
I've had enough of all this
You is a fucking clown
I've seen enough to judge it
I don't fw the sounds
That shit is cacophonic
You been too fucking loud
So put a muzzle on it