#sincity fuck yo job fuck yo check fuck you all fuck yo set u aint gotta ask what i rep i put on for the dead all black in the back in the shadows where i rest they speak thru me i speak thru them and their words still exist thru everything ive ever said im not tryin to impress cuz i only try my best get the stress off my chest all these thoughts out of my head you prolly could relate yet u hate on me instead i expect nothing less ill be famous when im dead what the fuck is fame, if, hate is all i get I do drugs so Ill forget what it was to feel love the dark is what im left in the dark eyes red am i swinging from a rope or just hanging by a thread ? i dont need a fuckin friend no need to recommend anything it all can end reality is not pretend so frienemies is all i can ever call them never called when i needed u the most wont call then all this bullshit i cant take run up pull up in ya face i whip out that 38 and blow out my own brains walked up bang bang no cops no lames no thing no games wrong ways long days lead to problems that weve made