Pulp Fiction (feat. Grubbo)

Makin' magic Marsellus Wallace missus munted in the Maserati music Mike Myers on a massacre in Marrickville type shit Let's go Let's go Let's go People see me slippin, I ain't been at my best I feel these demons tryna beat me with each beat in my chest I don't believe in myself So how can I trust you When I can't even trust my brain to stop from dreaming of death I wonder why I let bitches in just to see I'm a mess Never taught myself to deal, I'd rather bleed and forget Told myself I ran away because she needed a rest But I was scared to say I need you, that's the reason I left I hate you see I'm depressed And you know I got battle scars I'm scared to show her so I use these drugs to help camouflage I hate the way I was made, she think I don't have a heart When things are going good, I'd run away and self-sabotage I got trust issues, I run from the truth I swear I'd rather been in pain than feel as numb as I do And this drug misuse just left me fuckin' confused We gettin further apart with every substance we use I'm just tryna make dough Pour the liquor, make my head go I used to catch the bus and read the Metro I can tell you what it feels like when it gets low Been in trap for two weeks with a dead phone Kitty's injectin' buj and his legs go I've got nothin' for a dead hoe And I've got nothin' for a fed, bro Made my youngin hit the nitty, twelve o'clock by the Tesco Shout my mum, although she's worried and she pays for me Fed chases, catch cases Cats beggin' me for ticks just a day for me But I'll make it out this shit one day, I'll wait patiently T-t-t-t-tell my YG, "Stay out of trouble", what do I know? I watched my brother smoke crack But before all that, bro, he used to be my idol I'm a sinner, bro, I never read the Bible I don't sleep, get bad thoughts when my eyes closed I don't feel my rivals, and I don't fear titles I got the rock, my mum should've called me Michael I knew better, I'd do better, now I know Run inside of the environments, this and well Run and speeding like thunder, straight from hell Trumpets are blarin', the dimes come around Satan is here to claim his crown Whoa Ba-ba-ba-ba Big Benny, back with another banger Benny Gibbs blazin' with a blonde bombshell on the balcony Ha ha ha The big bunny of Blacktown, boom-boom Ha ha ha Let's go Gettin' faded, lately I feel like Freddie Gibbs Reminiscin', jail was easy 'fore I had any kids I block baby ma, area know what Benny did Benny bitch, rappers they try, but they never better this Get a brick of the base straight off a terrorist Sad boy rapper, I still ain't gone seen a therapist Pride of my leather, I two-step where the devil is Karma's forever, there's LV on her leopard skin I'm on parole, she hold the weapon when I'm steppin' in Never been afraid to wreck the day of someone's next of kin They never thought they'd see the day I'm at my best again I'll probably do a EP, get a box and leave the rest for skem Boom Bye-bye You back in this bitch haters