(Prod. Romil)
15 weapons
I can change ya life in 15 seconds
I was 15 when I realized the damage
I was 16 when I moved to Atlanta, metro
My view foggy still
Vomit on the ground yelling out to my mommy still
Will daddy? is daddy here ever?
Holes inside my skin don't make me feel no better
Fake leather that them n***as sold back at home in Corpus
The crib we had on Brockhampton made all us feel enormous
I feel closed in and boxed in now
No disrespect to my sister but I need to get out
Lemme light this cigarette now, watch me not put it to my mouth
Watch it die though, just like all of us
We all gon' die slow, phone home to Ohio
Is Scott here?
I think that Scott here cause he the only that seem to care about us
'Where the love at?, Where the trust at?'
Used iMessage to send my main b**h that, she still ain't hit me back
I'mma pretend this gat is the place I'm supposed to lay my head at
Lemme take this nap
If you want me dead, gon' head and shoot me down
If you want me dead, gon head and k** me now
I've been dead
I've seen so many legs, arms, tear apart
How did this start?
You think it's wrong for me to die?
I've been dead my whole life
I'm still searching for what's right
But we all know I ain't right
Stay focused
You can cut it now -