i got expensive cars psycotrip keep spitten them flamen bars but i dip to the pad with a broken heart never in my life will i show my scars the darkness im trapped and the shit only gets hard cant even drive for 4 to 5 years cause i been barred gotta gotta find a job or i will starve voice in my head we done spilt apart expand our own path grow bigger than walmart geta tough skin make it armour amor is fake whore leave right now and when ya leave then ya better close the damn door im sick of the bitches living with wicked intentions theres someone i gotta mention call this faggot out all you want is attention so ill kill you and bring you acension youre brittle like glass call him mason bow down to me im amazing you rap like you draw when yout tracing im the nigga thats gotten you pacin