Deathwrap

22 times a day, I think about swinging from a tree

And carving my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck

They just watching me hang, everybody think it's a game

Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

And you won't see me in a cemetery that's where I came from

I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name

The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops

He tellin me this and he tellin me that

I swear to me that shit never stops

And 22 times a day, I think about swinging from a tree

And carving my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck

They just watching me hang, everybody think it's a game

Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

And bitch I'm scheming like a mothafuckin villain you claiming you killin

Never be seeing the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics

Y'all mothafuckas don't got no shit but you rapping a big game

I know it be hard to be keeping it real when you fabricate everything

I kick it with nobody cause nobody stay watching my six

I'm putting up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique

I'm dreaming about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old

Like drop out of life become a monk and study the eight fold

22 times a day, I think about swinging from a tree

And carving my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck

They just watching me hang, everybody think it's a game

Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

Shouts out to all the Kreeps

Shouts out to the motherfuckin' Hypebeasts talking shit on me

Fucking talking shit on Schema the Posse bitch

I just got one thing to say to

Y'all lucky your motherfucking mama paid your phone bill

That's all so you can talk all that shit on the web, bitch you suck ass

Scheming like a mothafuckin villain you claiming you killin

Never be seeing the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics

Y'all mothafuckas don't got no shit but you rapping a big game

I know it be hard to be keeping it real when you fabricate everything

I kick it with nobody cause nobody stay watching my six

I'm putting up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique

I'm dreaming about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old

Like drop out of life become a monk and study the eight fold

I ain't did a thing, since I been locked up in this room

With not a thing, 'cept a shotty on my side

Two shells on my bedside table might pull a Cobain

See I gotta lotta things going on in my brain

Gotta lotta good shit and bad, sometimes all I really wanna do

Is put that double barrel 20 gauge up to my head

Is it more to life than being pissed off

And alone in my mind with nobody to tell me, "chill, mane!"

The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain

Montecristo and Hennessey keepin my head on straight

This very moment, if you a jit then you wouldn't know shit

About how a real Mothafucka zonin

It's a sin, my darling how I love you

Because I know our love can never be