Barrel of a gun, the most terrible of sons
The embarrassing one that mama’s always sharin with her funds
Staring at the sun wishing I was blind to the world’s wicked plights
My veins all run cold clogged up by the frigid ice
Ripping mics like a crumbled up draft from an artist
Fitting because they all see me as trash that’s discarded
Fuck it...one day I’ll be the dopest they’ve yet seen
Nah I’m kidding screwed it up at a young age feelin like Epstein
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