Rage

Two years old, jumped out the window

Never looked back

17 later, momma don't love me

My body in tats

Heaven gon' judge me

Matter of fact

Devil don't love me

Stuck in the trap

Sinnin' on a Sundi'

Feelin' like Ted Bundi

Listen to Joel Osteen

Fuckin' up the whole scene, aye

This is my whole dream

No codeine, I'm so mean

With no beans

I'm so clean, I'm showin' the old scene

I'm supreme, don't co-lab with no fags

Rap like a gun shot

Bust back, assume that my track is a comeback

Fun fact, I do this for Buddhist

Humans who losin' to Judas

Stab in the back from a student

Ludicrous movement that you've

Been consumin', I'm thuggin' with bones

Like I'm ruthless

And the motherfuckin' truth is

That the new shit they droppin' isn't new shit

It's the same old

Written by five, forty year olds

Ain't nobody do it on they own no mo'

It's a cold ass world

It's a fake music bein' bumped by little girls

Ay little girl, take a sniff of the pearl

Be consumed by the fumes and assume

That the life that you're livin'

Isn't never enough

Never ever really givin' a fuck

This has ben years in the makin'

Sick of takin' all of the drugs

Waitin' for forever like I'm 'bout to blow up

Welcome to the rest of your life, young blood

Yeah

Welcome to the rest of your life, young blood