BULLETHELL

Lemme flex and be an asshole

Resting expression so graphic it drag you through black holes, uh

Your pedestrian presence has been a sad show

They select the lot of it, copy it, call em lassos, yeah

Smoke el jefe out a glass bowl

Hope it let me let go of the shit that give me ammo

Swinging my machete from the bushes look like Rambo

Tryna get the pearl without your hand inside the clam's throat

My philosophy don't make sense

Bored unless I break necks

Gotta pass your 10,000th hour 'fore the paycheck

Always been the same and my point of view is ancient

People change, motherfuckers fickle and I blame trends

Sit atop a soapbox

Tears swell out of both sockets

Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want

Bullethell, mean world

We gotta adapt though

Every fit is black, it's just a hundred different pantones

The only crow that you can't kill with bird shot

Lotta nosy hoes is starin' at me, call that bird watchin'

Muhfucka need an army, still ain't let off one glock

They write songs about me, honest I'm honored to be remembered

Already plotted revenge, I've defended it since November

But growing up through the tragedy's more important than ending it

None of my friends reactionary

I might pop a capillary

I'm a cap, I enter my oozaru form in January

My philosophy don't make sense

Bored unless I break necks

Different day, I feel like I'm going through the same shit

People change, I won't ever join em when they play dead

I bet you'd sell your fuckin' kidney for a placement

Sit atop a soapbox

Tears swell out of both sockets

Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want

Bullethell, mean world

We gotta adapt though

Every fit is black it's just a hundred different pantones

Saturated

Everything half of these rappers do classifies under masturbating

You couldn't do what I do if you sober let alone half as faded

Hitting the curves like Talladega

Get it yourself, don't ask a favor

I don't hand out congratulations

More than half sure to be mad you made it

I'm on demand like Starz

We in a brand new whip, no key just need my hand to start

While you pay for Onlyfans and act like you financially smart

Playing out your hand but can't acknowledge where you actually are

I taste blood 24-7, yeah

Somethin tryna kill me but I won't let it

They call me bullheaded

Pot meet kettle

It's a boil, avoid the bloodletting

Toil til my lungs sweatin

Don't put out my thoughts when I'm angry, that's making me learn

Learned the awesome majority jaded and feigning concern

You don't got no authority ordering favors in turn

It's some type of disorderly, ornery, cornered and burned

It's that Grey, Son of snake

Spit that fire, What a great

Day to slay, On yo mind

Fuck a fake, Wrap the wire

On the face, Skinning flakes

Off yo eye, To partake

In the violence, I'm positive

We all simulate uhh

Screaming thru my lung until the fucking window break

Ripping out yo tongue to see the look up on yo face

Sucking on yo momma tit, elated lactate

Grey the type of boy to leave the pussy on the pavement

I been feeling real impatient

Grey don't got time for no for no conversation

Got my head down working working til I make it

Y'all ain't on shit follow follow gotta fake it

Runnin the game, fuck what it pay, I gotta focus or I go insane

Fog up my brain, in love with the flame

Grey gotta find a way numb all the pain

Fuck up my day, living to wait, never do nothing im slipping away

Figure the eight, Grey do not skate

Infinite loop of the permanent fate

Whatchu heard? I ain't hottest in game that's absurd

On alert all day paranoid from the herbs in my brain

It's a curse I'm the worst

Wanna bite the fucking curb

And never doubt that, I don't fuck wit contact

Get the fuck up out my feelings I do not allow that

Suicidal bounce back, just to end up down bad

Never ending cycle, can't wait to be in the ground yeah

My philosophy don't make sense

Bored unless I break necks

Gotta pass your 10,000th hour 'fore the paycheck

Always been the same and my point of view is ancient

People change, motherfuckers fickle and I blame trends

Sit atop a soapbox

Tears swell out of both sockets

Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want

Bullethell, mean world

We gotta adapt though

Every fit is black, it's just a hundred different pantones

My philosophy don't make sense

Bored unless I break necks

Different day, I feel like I'm going through the same shit

People change, I won't ever join em when they play dead

I bet you'd sell your fuckin' kidney for a placement

Sit atop a soapbox

Tears swell out of both sockets

Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want

Bullethell, mean world

We gotta adapt though

Every fit is black it's just a hundred different pantones