FUK ALLAT ಠ_ಠ

Trapaholics bitch

What, You ain't know?

REAL TRAPSHIT

Made your bitch strip

Like my name Kevin McCall

Now we live aired like a episode of RAW

Puff up the doja nigga

Say it with your chest

Fuck fame, fuck the hype

I just wanted respect

Cap to communion

Hope you knowing what is next

Talkin' bout commute

But you came to neglect

I ghost text threads like I'm haunting my regrets

Mama said chill

I mean mom I'm a mess

Mind full of land mines

My heart got a hex

Pussy nigga peons

Yeah they makin' it complex

And yeah I talk slick

Venom drippin' out your jaw

They thinkin' he quiet

All that nigga do is draw

Steppin' on your feelings

Like I'm walkin' through a grave

Wrote my will on the napkin

Signed it with the rage

Middle fingers up

That's my version of the grace

I ain't here for no closure nigga

I just needed some space