Life

coming straight from the dome looking down the barrel of this chrome trying to find my way back home just like my soul dressed in all black sitting in the back of grandmas Cadillac gotta keep mac just incase these people want beef bitch it dont never cold sitting in the back back keepin cool calm and relaxed smoking on dat pack call me pistol Pete make you go to sleep yeah I keep heat underneath seat creepin in the jeep make you feel the heat knock you off your feet hopes it make you see life is gift, bitch I dont miss, make the gun clap knock you on your back, call me the reaper come with scythe might take your life make you think twice, right before die you going to see me smile. bitch am I alive or am I dying whats the point of trying if life just puts back in the same shit it might seems unfit ima have split just for bit just to get away from the negative shit.