ROLLINGSUICIDE - Fathom That (feat. Saffron Chef)

Caught in a rut
My mental been rough
Living off minimum wage ain't been doing enough
The feeling is tough
Feel like I'm going insane
I wanna just shove
All of my problems away and just do what I love
Do what I love
Spending time with the people I trust
But it's for the money I lust
Death offered me mercy
But nah I just called his bluff
Tryna be tough
Bitches all want me but nah
I'm on cuffs
Yeah I'm on cuffs
Terrified of losing everyone
Once it will happen
My heart sinks a ton
No it's no fun
Boutta join the 27 club yuh
I don't wanna live anymore
Put me in a 6 foot hole
Bury me with my gold
No poverty stricken lands
Poverty stricken lands call it my home
Call the Popo
Everyone's silent turn off lights shut all the windows
And no one is talking that's how I remember it
Suicide rampant
Might die for the hell of it
Oh no no no
Evil from nose to the toe
Karma's a bitch yeah
I reap what I sow
Cut off your hands
Motherfuckers best learn how to fold
Oh
Y'all don't think that I've grown
That's what I'm told
Take a closer look
You'll see that I'm gold
Or maybe just old
Peep me on centerfold
Centerfold hail me as one the greats
I am elate
My mental been great
But I will eliminate you that's my fate
That is my fate
We bask in the hate
We end the debate
We show up to work don't go home till it's late
Now I'm gonna level I spoke to the devil
He said I could meet him just grab me a shovel
Now I'm undercover
Do this for me and my brothers
We are the best
Never been tested
Do what I'm thinking to you, and I'll probably end up arrested
Or dead, but go on ahead
Tell me why you're always crying and laying in bed
Thinking you're better off dead
This is a lesson for
Those who don't deal with depression or
All suicidal intentions
Now i just got your attention
Don't let your mind stay fenced in
Use Satan's power against him (AHHH)
I just hopped outta the Porsche
Somebody pass me the torch
Rappers get scorched
End of the summer
I got all my gunners
Turn walkers to runners
Turn ones into hunnas
Turn prey to the hunters
Turn winners to losers
Turn pussies to bruisers
Blow up police cruisers
We win like the Hoosiers (Yeah)
Motherfucker we win like the Hoosiers (Yeah)
Sorry I just got off track
Won't be too long before we strike back
Our empire gonna turn the world black
(AYEEEE, yuh yuh)

Written by:
Jeffrey Szynal

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