CRASHOUT

The, Vanity bled worse, what calamity said first? I catch the lob and slam that bitch down like Anthony Edwards

Shawty out of sight out of fright she said bestie stay. Im dropping a 40 piece every night just like S.G.A. Without the free throws, view out the peep hole at a pesky rate

Fuck you rant for? I stock 2 blunts to fade in ya ramble. And if I can’t score I lock you up, I’m Jaden McDaniels. The clones of satan ready to cook yo ass, baitin’, waitin’ to scramble. Trust is like a parlay, don’t do it at all or place in ya gamble

She might be good for the feint of heart, but I don’t like white girls and that bitch remind me of Caitlin Clark. Only difference is she don’t know shit about ball, I dub that bitch in the face and show her no interest at all

Like.. I’d rather have me a Mila Reynolds, fuck her under the stain glass paintings, remind me pain folds. Evil hoes turned me into dire, that’s when I acquired the same tools. Inspired my angles from such an angel to suffer in fire as a strange ghoul, I’m higher and paid full

The devil tappin’ on my shoulder, holdin, tellin me to crash out, levels lappin, no hopes to sober, so I tell him get they ass out

You see I wanna be like Yagami, because I tried to be like Socretes but the treesh was pocket watchin me. I ain’t reply for one day, and every body started oppin‘ me, y'all need to go Get checked for a Bipolar diagnosis fee. Go find out dumb hoe, watch n see

Pussy backed up in the corner he couldn’t parry the odds. I crashed out and upped the switch, now it’s a buried barrage. They finna turn on my ass soon just like I’m Mary J. Blige

And bitch my mind been fucked up since my dollars been zero, my pride get swallowed up I follow up like Paolo Banchero

Swervin off a fifth of deadly Dusé, I’m crashin out this bitch like Kelly Oubre, I cannot stand a dirty skank smellin’ hoochie, who me?

She so mu’fukin fine, she make a mu’fuka shine. If she don’t hit me back soon imma blick my mu’fukin mind

I know you busy baby, but see I’m just too emotionally attached

Imma get you bud for Christmas and throw some dosi in the batch

Shit..

I might not be a playa’ on four wheels, but I can be the Pac to yo’ Jada before Will

See this my motherfuckin problem, this my mu’fukin, AHH

Leave me the fuck alone I’m uninspired, I spun the tires in hopes I crash into guns and fire

Im just a Gook and I’m tired, time to hit the lick and mook the supplier, I had potential but threw that shit away like Duke from the wire

I ain’t even tryna bar up, I’m just venting for real, Herbal Essence bring me back to life like Evanescence to heal

A wise man once said, the fuck you gon’ do, air me a lesson?

The therapy can’t even answer these questions, without writing some scripts or handing me some anti depressants

See.. see.. see..

I Know it sound surreal, but I might jump off this bitch right now, cause my soul not bound to heal

I don’t know how to feel, y'all think I’m playin I name drop every bitch praying I'm down for real, no soulful sound to heal

See what I’m about to say is hazy, might sound crazy, might sound rude, but it’s true. Y'all pick and choose to abused, by the wrong baby daddy and still wonder why the fuck yo baby don’t got shoes?

Don’t come crying back to me calling me crazy about some food

I fold but in exchange I rearrange the 80 rounds with you

I hope you see the range, my demons pain gon’ ache me out the roof

The blood, the lethal stains, cerebral brains, gonna paint me out for proof

Tell ya new man send that lil bro text

I cut off his water, tell him that lil hoe next

I’m like Kane it beats me to choke ya throat and ya neck

You gon’ see me on T.V stealing two souls with a tech

Fuck I look like fighting over a dumb whore? I’m fighting over my dumb pride

Might crash the fuck out once more before I get the chance to get dumb high

Dark past she run out, stunt for, I still haven’t told one lie

Ash the blunt out, runts floored, or imma die before sunrise

But..

I gotta listen to Cole, she don’t wanna be saved

My pistons is cold like the NBA pistons you know today

It’s not ‘04, if the shots will go, only God will know so hope and pray

That the Glock’s unload, the shots will jam or stow away for yo delay

Hope and Pray I don’t come home free from an open case, as I lengthen my arms and CRASHOUT just for open grace