FEELS LIKE 96 ft. REKT HEARSE & FREDRO STARR

Still shifty a nigga runing like they sean godzilla we gat mac guns and aretilla we driped Up spilling guts grazing Niggas get shoot with a tazer the grimest niaggas crazy sick What we gave ya cut ya curulation no ventilation Ocapachen wisk work wiping up Rhymes tell my wrist hurts eny rapper steping this way getting this work heaart Filled With Hate for this hip hop culture trying ton get the chip i am the one that culture ya stick Em Up dont be a Vicum to the murder live by the gun then you gonna die by onebitch Nigga Getting rich nigga doing rituals fuck up There sprituals they selling there souls it Fells like Ninety-six i am just selling my flow

You don t need to wind up dead you ant looking fresh with bith bullet in your head little Boy with bullet in your Head you ant looking good you don t need to wind up dead with Bullet in your head no no no

Cos I ve been thinking there's so many things that s on my mind

Preoccupied with tasks and I don t know If I will find

The peace I used to have when I was young and I was blind

To the struggles of adulthood didn t know I had to grind

Everyday I have to work to earn some money The time I used to have is nonexistent, Taken from me And I can t Run away cos my problems will outrun me

The stress is piling up there s so much damage it has done me The government covers Up there s so much pain that We done been through They tryna please the people but We re not that sentimental

Sometimes we get distracted just to quite down the mental Cos thoughts that s springing Up they got us feeling so Unsettled All this dark that s swirling up with all the pressure Welling up Will we ever learn acceptance and to live Just well enough To go through Motions in the day and keep on faking keep the bluff

I m guessing time will tell but from the looks of it it s tough