Deceased

Deceased
These hits of cannabis filling my system
[?] but I never listen
The bitching is pointless
Mug on me [?] I'm taking your soul
Swallow it whole
F*** you been told?
Still on my feet
Even if mentally I am deceased
Pain I unleash while the demons they creep
You cannot see them but I grit my teeth cause I know that they're out there
Smoking without care
Do to me wrong
Won't be round for long
Got to stay strong
Release my emotion when I hit the bong
Shit, I'm drifting
My mind is shifting
I'm losing my grip
I'm choosing to swish, blood on your lip
Finish the moat and I'm still equipped with the schitzo [?] about the material
Red eyes and dreaded, I look like I'm serial
Look through the
Bust out my twelfther and hash for the [?] bitches stop blocking on purpose
Don't need a gun cause I kill with my verses
Trying the curses and house boy, you're worthless
Uzi I purchased to make a lil extra
Need a few more so it takes to
Talking bout grace
Broke through her place
[?] is serious
Bitch got the trace
Bit her leg off just in case I'm unlucky
I'm the OG, don't f*** with the buckies
Guns in, roll out the duckies

Bring round the hatred
My own boys be sacred
Ain't about the fake shit
Pussy ass bitch, don't take no shit from a fake mother fuc***
No cash, no clips
Bust 'em in the face one time with the Oakwood bat bitch ain't coming back from this
Hide a body in the bottom of the canal
Just can't keep on looking, nowhere to be found
Making it look like a suicide
Believe me, I rehearsed it about a thousand times
Sitting at the foot of my bed
I'm wondering why the f*** God never listen to me
[?] shit that I've gotten [?] me and me only
Still I never crack no grin
I'm never gonna be your friend
Till I'm up in the sky
High and I'm rotting and far from a civilization until the day I die
Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about
Fake motherfuc*** take your handouts
Don't got no shit to say?
You see me face to face
The Devil laughing at you as you say grace