Shattered ft. Yung Ol' Ruger Lyrics

Getting my money, I always deserved it

I fuck on that bitch, and I get myself on it

I'm trying my best and I do not obsess

My hoe run around me, like it's a contest

I'm pushing my limits, do not come attempt

You're killing yourself all because of your ex

I ride around town like as if I'm up next

I'm holding my stick, I say, "do not confess"

Feeling repressed, like a misogyny

You will regret, pending your misery

Don't call my phone, you cannot answer me

Mess up with me? You'll get your silencing

Causing a whirlwind, all around town

Leaving my mark, all around town

Working on dying, it's what I do

I always feel dead now, but what should I do?

She said I wasn't enough but I came back with money and doubled it up in the end (What is it that he said?)

She wanted the dick, I said "Sorry bitch there was a freak in the line", this can never be free (Nigga, okay, just be for real)

Next in line, number one-eighty-three

All the boys can never be me (So for real, yeah)

Wifey drifting to the middle of streets

Yeah, later bitch I'm speeding, one-sixty (Let's go)

Listen to bitches complain on my story

Pray all night to get a feature by Vory

Talking to Satan to just get to Carti

Pray to the Opium, just to get Carti

Rapping this shit, left, right, and center

Messing with me, shoot you, big headers

Burn in my light, stay with your demons

Stay in my light, watch for your demons

Fucking these bitches like I am Nick Cannon

Shooting my shots and they're squirting to finish

Making my money, I don't plan to finish

Keeping it working, I'm working on dying

Working on dying is all that I do

I never had nothing better to do

Pissing all over all these niggas graves

Nobody loved them, now may they decay

Revving the masking, I'm grabbing the knife

If you still wanna play, I said that you would not (What is it that he said?)

Putting your body into the back of a rest

Baby, I said that I hate to be going outside (Okay)

Let me phrase it again that I hate playing nice (Just be for real)

Fighting with life and death, I don't care if I die (So for real, yeah)

But you stupid enough, you can't even think twice

You were hurt by a shin, now we losing our lives (Let's go)

Back in the days I was broke, you stuck now present day, I'm living it up

I done dig grave but I'm still fucked up, I realized that I'm so outta luck (Ha)

Mental attitude's still fucked up, these pussy bitches, yeah, they know what's up (Oh!)

If they see me on the street, they'll be running

If they don't think they're gonna be crying and bleeding

You're throwing a fit where I'm faking the switch, yeah, dirty water, I came from the gutter

Piss me off, send shots to your mother, the thoughts of it are making you shudder

Fuck with me, I don't think that we're the same

Play with me then you'll be running my game (Huh?)

Killing me? I wanted the same

I been cutting my wrist, just for the fame

Getting my money, I always deserved it

I fuck on that bitch, and I get myself on it

I'm trying my best and I do not obsess

My hoe run around me, like it's a contest

I'm pushing my limits, do not come attempt

You're killing yourself all because of your ex

I ride around town like as if I'm up next

I'm holding my stick, I say, "do not confess"

Feeling repressed, like a misogyny

You will regret, pending your misery

Don't call my phone, you cannot answer me

Mess up with me? You'll get your silencing

Causing a whirlwind, all around town

Leaving my mark, all around town

Working on dying, it's what I do

I always feel dead now, but what should I do?