The Skin I Live In

[Intro]
I don't know about this shit

[Verse]
Murder everyone
Every track a murder scene
Words cause brain damage
Frame of Mind fuck you mean

I don't know about this one
Talk your shit when the beat run
Whole catalog full of rough drafts
Song not fleshed out
Come at your neck bruh

You ain't saying shit
Empty words
But you getting heard
Message getting blurred
You'll be hit with the swerve no

Why the trap drums in the white boy's mansion?
That ain't lifestyle yeah you about to throw a tantrum

Secret life bitch momma named Molly Ringwald
Going Buddy Holly, Peggy Sue on your bitch dawg
You don't want no beef dawg
You just wanna tag along
You the trappers lapdog

Dead dogs in the street
See em every week
Getting used to the shit
I'm not used to the shit

But you gotta keep your cool
Keep your pockets full
Cause the shit ain't cool
When they play you like a fool

[Outro]
Why are you like this?