Hollow-Points

Been had depression I feel like a monster Always got bullets on me so I never feel like I am left without options I'm still getting stoned I'm still seeing niggas get hit in the dome They wasn't my blood but got turned into bones I done came in this wrong So lemme just mark up the phone call the fam they telling me shit going left so hang low I'm starting this off with a bang So much shit really done happened like damn Ain't here for y'all niggas I'm here for a blessing They ain't like my rapping I learned me a lesson I don't care where I go want my niggas in heaven I'm taking the blame Taking my shots I don't care about fame I became my own boss give y'all nightmares like Crane I'm filling my cup with my thoughts and my pain I'm filling this pot with some drugs go insane I load up this glock but it's for my own brain I'm taking this personal know what you say They told me stop rapping Some said I'm trash and some asked me what happened I took all that shit now I'm back for the culture My gun is my mic and I don't me a holster Somebody stop me I'm out of control Descendent of HOV I got put in the spot and a nigga done froze I been at the bottom but that was my low I dreamed about stardom but that's how life goes Used to dream of the feds coming through they front door Mane that was a nightmare I had before christmas I'm sick of the niggas that always be dissing You ain't doing shit and the shots you took missing Them niggas is feds that's the people they calling I can tell that they calling cuz niggas is stalling They be doing the drugs that my niggas be hauling I run with the hollow points I write to the smoke get another joint Fuck grass it's the music I harvest Fuck yo opinion it's useless that's honest Father went playboi like my name is onyx I think I've ascended I'm still new to all this I'm still new to all this I'm still new to all this I run with the hollow points I write to the smoke get another joint Fuck grass it's the music I harvest Fuck yo opinion it's useless that's honest Thought she was an angel she missing her halo she making me fall That shit felt like magic I'm touching new grounds like it's Wizard of Oz I'm still in the count I ain't talking bout numbers I'm talking bout bars I make a mistake and these niggas start hating I wave from afar I'll stay full of fear my niggas ain't dead I live for these tears I never can rest If i could I would bet on myself The way that I move make them question they selves The rhythm and blues make me split em in two Got a crew getting money do good for themself They shooting at niggas that's average That mean in the night I can't rest Selling drugs gotta look in the matress That's why all my niggas got beds I look back when a nigga ain't have shit Got kicked out mane we barely got fed When I start making money I'm active Can't go back to that bullshit again I ran I'm running I'm reaching the end I land I'm coming I aim for your men You fan or something you always amend You stay talking bout me a nigga on ten Nigga you stay jealous I know I made it Way that I move means it always be raining He said that I'm smooth said I'm ill like a patient I go in the booth and I leave with a flagrant Go in and shoot put his head on the pavement Don't need to loot got the shit that he came with Get out the tool pussy nigga be hating Run with the opps they not killers they faking They not killers they faking The angels get shot all this war got me thinkin' Who in the right I chose Love as my savior, yeah