REVOLVER

If you ain't fucking with my vision
Then act like I don't exist

If you ain't riding with me nigga
Get rocking that's what he kicks

Because I'm tired of disloyalty
And bitch shit

I'm tired of the misfits
And what else?
I'll list it

I hate niggas that dissing but wont
Make the diss explicit

I hate when niggas switching
Playing sides you complicit

I hate when niggas don't know something
Wrong cuz you ain't pissed yet

Cuz you ain't said you hate when niggas
Quiet like some crickets

Insects
Crush em up and eat em with some butter
On some biscuits

My fist gets

Harder when I grip to

Sit through

Another fucking day of playing shit cool

Fuck that

I hope the fucking planet suck the guts
Out of my nut sack

I'll buss back

And you can fucking trust that
I'll hit you

Right in yo fucking neck
'N let you lay inside a piss pool

Cuz there ain't nothing worse than
Treated badly by your brother
Kinda anger make me wanna see
Another in a gutter

Kinda anger make me blind and
Make me think an awful thought

Was never taught how to forgive
Or maybe I had just forgot

Why the people that's supposed to
Have you back is turning opps

Kinda anger make me wanna murder
Every single cop

With a shotgun

Pull up and I pop one
Pull up and I pop two

Now they've fucking shot you

So let it stay a thought then
The kinda one that dropped in
The kinda one I put inside a song
That I can bop ten times
Until I stop caring

About the fact that underneath it all
There's nothing solid to hold on to
Like you want to

And when I'm dreaming I feel better
Then I do when I'm awake

How I'mma dream some realer people
Than the ones that living when they
Really fake

Like actually

I do this rapping casually

Distract me from my dying
And trying to feel my innocence
Again and it's impacting me positively
And in a sense I guess
It is the cause of anxiety
When people got pairs of cents
They wanna give too

Distribute
Opinions bout the art
But I ain't like the other
Rappers you listen to
This music is a painting
With emphasis on the pain
It's not to entertain
It's the noises inside my brain

And I pray that you understand
And I'm sorry I'm so aggressive
If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it
Into my message

That race is fake

And people equal but don't wanna be
It's all because of greed and
How we structure our economy

I'm so depressed
I've had this liquor in my chest like every day
Cuz I ain't been feeling the best

A mixed race faggot boy that rap and
Ain't black but his goddess is
I pray that kali ma descend
On la bring apocalypse