Bought a ticket to the hell

Put a glock on my head
never fear for the death
have you ever felt the pain when you bragging about the stress
I’m a sinner I confess
to the lord I never met
ain’t no nothing in my vein ain’t no nothing fucking left

always keep a mask on
Ima shut your brain off
bought a ticket to the hell I just riding all along
grab my bong
blowing haze
I be sinking creeping in shadow
I be purging don’t follow
come and find me in limbo

In the cut
do my thang
cooking the track and I sipping bombay
burn some shit up let it go to my brain
seeking for change no kidding no playing
hoe
reaper knocking on the door
they can’t stop us lemme flow
watch me running wit some choppers Marshall bout to terminate them Fuck boys
You’s a fuck toy
I don’t mind to put you in the mud, boy
why these people always talking about the same thing
I’m so isolated never on the same page

Huh
who am I
I don’t really know any more
pack my shit Ima back on road
devil be calling my name by the knot of the rope
send me to pit let me rot on my own
rather than live they be cracking my bones
R I P my soul
may you never be controlled

bought a ticket to the hell

5 am in the morning rapping still be trapping at this moment
Saw some fuck boi start to rolling but all their shit just hella boring
everybody be like “Yo I’m a legend”
“You can bet on me no doubt no questions”
hahahaha I don’t wanna hear it
Ima cut your heart out if you barking at me, period

ain’t no limits
Put them 6 feet under no more feelings
said they always keep it 100 I just keep it savage
rapping about no peace n love I like it damaged

what the fuck they gone say
Y’all pussy stay in your lane
Ima do it in my way whether you sick of it or not better walkaway
I’m hella medicated and I aggravated
body dropped
shut it down
ain’t nobody breathing

even my own fam turning back on me
when my old man left they shit on me
I’ma make you bleed I guarantee
when you sleep Ima make you scream about it
and when you see me holding a blade
dismember you ripping off your face
spitting on your grave and I burn it down too
bought a ticket to the hell and that’s for you

everything I spit is facts
I can not relax
walking disease maniac
what you on
piece of trash
hate the game
hate the life
I just wanna get it right
Put them down
fist fight
Ima kill’em all tonight

bought a ticket to the hell