THICKANDTHIN.

I swear these people I'm around put on a fake facade

They feeling stuck but they be flashy when the camera on

I drown away in all my feelings till it reach the dawn

And then I'm acting pacifist until they try to do me wrong

I'm spinning round inside an endless cycle

It's funny how they actin cool when they was once my rivals

If you hurt me no turning back, your decisions final

Yea his egos starting to crack and I ain't talking vinyl

Some my homies turning to rats, and now that got me spiteful

Gave his soul away for the racks, naw he ain't got a spinal

Naw she wouldn't care if I died, she got me in denial

At least I got pen and paper, my flows be homicidal