Ni cut ine

it's that time yeah it's that time time I pick the mic up like its mine get on my gind pack it smoke out tin that's why I'm making grime my gritty life ni cut ine cuz it cut me like a knife to end my life killing myself so softly with a vice You think I'm selfish thats so selfish to suggest. look at the mirror you're just like me you just don't know it yet  I hope you turn on yourself.  an earn up on the shelf and its filled with all my health. I was killed for my wealth by my love  No case cause she waswearing a mask And shes wareing me down Untill I'm ground all out of love. i know where you are your stuck in a car Thinking you're stupid I'm thinking I'm stupid we thinking bout taking a hatchet to cupid doing this shit just like you did copycats don't know what truth is you don't think that I know what booth is