18 Shots Wasn't Enough

yeah rest in piss Armani you messed with the wrong bitch you was crip but you was soft,you ain't bang for real only time you was tough was when popping pills used my body like a toy just for yo highs then sent me pics of hoes half naked, thats how you feel? bra and panties in the chat but they yo "sistas"? nah they yo hoes,not blood just strippers you said she "badass" and she "beautiful" wit that caption,who you tryna fool? then next day text me i'm yo one and only? boy you lied like you breathed,every word fraud you a snake wit a snake, not a man just a ego had a whole ass baby mama in ya bed said yall wasn't doin shit,boy please--- kept runnin back to her,left me on red broke up just to crawl back,played both sides instead said if yall move in,its done, thats a threat? you thought i'd beg for you?nah I'm not yo pet said "i don't know what gon happen" textin in fear then told my mama "protect her" when death got near 18 shots in the stomach, one in the dome still ain't enough to right what you did wrong you left pain in me,now yo ghost roam but i sleep just fine,bitch I'm good alone you ain't die a man of god,you died a fake karma pulled up quick now you heavens mistake you played wit fire now you burnin in hell rest in piss Armani,too late to relate this ain't grief, this the warning to the next dont ever trust a hood boy with respect you lied wit a smile,wit yo baby on deck ain't no loyalty in you just a broken mess you loved control, not me,you liked the chase now you six feet deep with that same snake face group chat games, pillow talk,all of that shit now yo whole legacy smell like a bitch you gone now but i ain't weepin demons don't sleep, they stay creepin but me? I'm alive and breathin scared?bitch I'm still eatin Armani may you stay cursed you died fake and thats whats worse.