[ANIMOSITY]
[Verse 1]
I wish I was a little bit taller
But if I did then I resemble my father
Then my mother would probably push me away due to trauma and all the drama
And a shit load of problems
It’s like my dad said ,” fuck you!”
And fucked the world with a condom
Nobody asked to be born into this life
And to be born into the light
Its crime and slaughter every night
But look on the bright side
I guess it’s smiles to suffice
All of the people mentally ill who just want their demons to die
Ain't we all sinners
Livinside thatsideg in differеnt pictures
Planes crashing into the buildings with pеople inside them
A constant smell of burning flesh and denim they was wearing
But you ain't hearing that shit
You steady driving in yo McLaren
[Verse 2]
I ain't ate shit in a couple days
I'm finding different ways
To put my mind off of the triple K
And Jada pickets face
I don't like the way i look and i don’t like the way i talk
I barely talk cause when i talk then it’s some shit that’s popping off
I really hate.. my existence
I keep on finding flaws inside my vision
I beat myself up
Cause that’s my mission
But if I mention that yo bitch was in my mansion taking tickets
I’m a villain
Inside the motherfucking matrix
I’ve seen lives of others
Been taken by the Satan
That people fantasize about
Whine and pout
When they aren’t feeling good because of the route that they chose
It’s hella conflict goals
[Verse 3]
My life ain't picture perfect
Shit , not even the frame
Feel like I have no purpose
So why am I playing this game
Man, I ain’t touching a million just yet, but ima get there
If u looking for problems from me then continue to stare
I ain't got shit , bitch, keep it player
These niggas swear they hard but they really stale
I just spit the fire so my niggas make it hell
My mind been jumping straight up off the rails but I'm needing to bail
If one more nigga test they luck, y’all gone have to visit me inside that jail
Don't care about no opinion a nigga give to me
Unless you in my posse
Or you just real close to me
I can’t stand a hypocrite who swear they Socrates
Who got they whole personality off a bitch with ill policies
[Verse 4]
Had to stop the track cause I was spitting for two minutes straight
Bitch i been a demon, i ain't never been a fucking saint
Product of two people who was young and just wanted some play
If u been rocking wit me for a minute then you on my plate
Never fed the silver spoon, my momma been on section 8
You know me as Trashi but Elijah is really my name
I slid out my momma but bitch i’m really self made
[SELF MADE]
I said I been 18 with no car, with no cash and a rough start
I been suicidal since I first spawned
Out the womb
My mother always said that I will go far
But since I left the room
I been feeling empty like a battle rap without the gun bars
It everyday ,waking up and wondering if I can keep going
I’m tiptoeing through my mind that’s where monsters are growing
I miss when I wasn’t always working for a future that i don’t know if I'll even get to live in
This shit
Honestly it sucks
But i cannot stop grinding cause I'm never giving up
It’s always hella obstacles who really gives a fuck
If my niggas can do it , then u bet I'm bout to motherfucking bust, pause
I never ask for pity or a round of applause
Cause if you asking then nigga you don’t deserve it all
You not guaranteed shit in life, not even spot
Do not ever say that I take shit way too motherfucking far
I been there for you for years
So when everybody take yo side, I give them cheers
But fuck it though, I can never ask a bitch to give me tears
And at the end of the day, you wasn’t even his
But here we go, man I'm on my Batman, battling for Robin
Tim drake’ll catch you slipping if you ever tried to rob him
I feel like the Riddler so let me get my sauce in
Answer my simple little question
What has no arms but it has one leg
And if you pull it for good luck, it will be all in ya head
Your mother crying at your funeral, those tears she shed
Cause you decided to played
Wit my mousekatool brother man
I’m tryna live to 93 with all my friends
In a big ass house where we can celebrate our millions
Plaques up and down the hall
My niggas ran it up
We brushed the haters off
We got to spread the love
And all the stuff is necessary to how i am carried to my death bed
I might be self made but I'm still a subject to death
No matter where i rest
I could live in the pentagon but i can bet that ima still meet my destined end
