2 Halfs = A Whole Lyrics

Mixing hurt w this rapping just my favorite hobby

It still fuck everbody

I seen me mix two halfs to turn me to a zombie

Head pushed under like two baths to sober inside me

These days me jai sit and laugh and that's how bro confide me

Forreal

I praise the static forreal I want them to feel

The shit I had to feel when I squealed

That summer I chased for a meal and now I chase for sum mills

I want a place momma so comfy she can break and rebuild

I want pops trauma from me that I bottled forreal from bottles he spilled

His preacher past he bottles up still

Live in my past and "beat yo asses" I was shaking in fear

I'm ditching classes trynna pop off like the grease on the grill

My heart still leaking leasing love scrambled in a pieces need hug from my Grammy Grammies a family a fan or sum drugs

Stressing my future

Will my sins leave my kids in the dub?

Over my dead body

Trynna feel like im drake in the club

I'm still a broke man tho never w open hands

Just with some broken plans grabbing scraps to make a handful

I couldn't cope the same a rope to hang was on my mental

Now I expose the pain like open flames on instrumentals to get whole