STRAIGHT BARS Lyrics

I've been doing this shit since I was a kid, like back in the day, back when i had a

shit mic

Now I got a better mic, and I got better rhymes, and I got a better line, and I got

a better mind

Lost some friends, sometimes gotta sever ties

Some good ones, most fake, but never mind

Music's in my heart, and it never dies

Speaks to me frequently, deep, and it never lies

You can see the pain when you looking in my devil eyes

Speak to my bro every day, like he never died

Just cause I'm grown up, don't mean I never cried

And we're gonna meet when I get to the other side

Nobody can tell me that I never tried

Open about my feelings, I never hide

Get things wrong sometimes, gotta make em right

Get knocked down, get back up, you gotta fight

So much shit on my mind, yeah, I've gotta write

Sometimes there's so much, I don't wanna write

Some days feel so good, yeah I'm on a high

Other days feel so shit, that I wanna die

Still tryna make the money for the things I wanna buy

Not for me, for my kids, and a better life

I'm so grateful for my kids, and my wife take them away, then its eye for an eye

Yeah, I gotta ride

I'm the type of guy with a lot of pride

Everything I say on the mic is not a lie

Going through things, I don't wanna be like this

Having bad dreams when I close my eyelids

Nightmares on a different level of violence

Silent screams outweigh the sirens

Smoke weed, take drugs, drink, I like it

Cause shit get knicked for fighting

Fuckin' dickhead

Fuckin' get some fucking dick

Fucking' biting bastard

Fuck

I'm just tryna get rich off the shit I'm writing

But there's always somebody, some prick, that's biting

Like, why would you wanna try me when I'm mental

And a fully qualified, G

I took heroin, cocaine, followed by E

But a bit of codeine, got Noddy, so lean

But these motherfucker's never seen nobody like me

I'm a monster that wants to get rid of the demon

I'm a beast, that will feast on your hopes and your feelings

Yeah, I'm still alive, tryna figure the reason why

But I just can't figure it out

People looking at me funny when I'm walking around

Stop looking at me, motherfucker

Look at the ground

If not, then I'm gonna end up knocking you out

You better watch what you're saying when you're talking about me

I'm a psycho

I don't need nobody around me

I can blow in a minute

My flows are infinite

I know when I go for the gold, I can win it

Cause the way that I spit's so unorthodox

You think that it's written when it's off the top

I'm tryna get my shit played by Charlie Sloth

My hearts cold, but you know that my bars are hot

I've got so many flows that you've hardly got

I could spit a sick 16 off the top

On the spot and show people what is what

But you can tell by my lyrics, That I've lost the plot

Cause I've been doing this shit since I was a kid, like back in the day, back when i had a

shit mic

Now I got a better mic, and I got better rhymes, and I got a better line, and I got

a better mind

Lost some friends, sometimes gotta sever ties

Some good ones, most fake, but never mind

Fuck em