It's the quiet guy, not so Mr nice Guy
I'ma feed you death
If you tryna eat up my time
Watch me take my life in spite
Of everyone that really tries
Watch me grip my blade and make it
Flip and switch like bitches do
Yo bitches wanna fuck with me
They don't wanna fuck with you
But I don't wanna fuck with them
I don't want nobody else
I do this like it's nothing new
Crusing like a subaru
All black honda civic pullin up
You know I'm comin through
If you feelin chills up in your
Spine you know that I'm around
I could put depression in your head
And never let it out
I could put some stress up in your
Chest and back and lay you down
You can try your hardest you will
Never be where I am now