Two$ide - Rapture

Ridin' in Muskegon, hide my face, up the hood
Doin' bad shit from the Heights to the woods
Bumper is draging, bullet holes in the hood
Keep my head down when rolling past Wood
My problems are starting to materialize
Depressive storm front, anxious thunder in the skies
Blood rains down, lightning blinding your eyes
Voices in the distance that are screaming Two$ide
We them double sided guys with them blood red eyes
And them jagged cut thighs preaching fuck this life
We done cut them ties, set them bridges on fire
Livin' lowlife, we all stuck and spinnin' tires
Throw your fuckin' body in the the motherfuckin' ditch
Then I stash the stick, pay off your bitch
Two side so sick, bitch, I'm first pick
Ain't hard to imagine he slits his shit
And if you tryna ride with me just know it's 'till we die
Not even at the trap house yet we still fuckin' fried
My homies bare arms, staring bear claws in your eyes
Hey Two$ide what's up? Talk to my other side
I don't want no dirty whores, I don't want no brides
Smokin' all day, drinkin' all night
My actions destructive, slice skin side to side
But with music I'm constructive, kicks, hi's, lyrics fly
Six deep in the whip round your side of town
It's a black fuckin' hearse, pressed suit, hell bound
The ground's my home, I'm comin hometown
Make a deal, rise up, you can never shoot me down
Rippin' the blunt as red cherry glistens
Dippin' my dick in a hole I was missing
Hear me hissing, death I'm kissing
Driven me to lose all of my sane cognition
Now my chronic problems are here for all to share
I'm on the mountain top with a blunt, no cares
You lookin for a savior well look elsewhere
'Cause when this was inside me given fucks where rare
And this ain't no religion, it's just reality
As I'm living this life I'm starting to see
I don't fit in no matter how much I plea
So I'm doin what feels right, someone please save me

Written by:
B B

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