PROD GOTH HELMA, LUH U BRO

[Verse 1: 6ON]
bitch i wake up everyday with an ache in my head
count bread, take meds
bitch i'm going back to bed
i don't see no point, i don't see my worth
i've been dead since birth, burn a hole in the earth
obstruction of justice for me and my brothers
seduction from bitches that just keep on comin
i'm clutchin the gun and i run in and bust em
i'm going all in, bitch it's something or nothing.

[Verse 2: AMLILPM]
stuck in the rat trap of hatred
i cut that bitch in his face till i'm bladeless
holding myself back, bitch i won't drop nameless
i don't put work in still wanna be famous, waiting
i am a killer by nature
i am decrepit, the angel of danger
lost in my blessings, i'm honestly angered
maws of abyss and i am but a sailor.

[Interlude]

[Verse 3: 6ON]
as i sit in my chambers, i begin to think
the same things that i want are the same that i scheme
form connections that rip up and tear at the seam
i been tryna rise up, but i'm stuck, i demean
flame at the tip of my tongue
brain blazin'
front and act tough
but i know i ain't brazen
obsessive-compulsive, covered in abrasions
pray to the reaper, i don't worship satan

[Verse 4: AMLILPM]
couldn't text helma a couple of months
from the anxiety of the acid and blunts
that shit STILL in my brain while i act like i stunt
got a pair of balencis, but life still a cunt

AM LIL PM BRING IT BACK

things ain't the same, bitch it's the mane to blame!
need to cut my hair, my skin
faded shame, a scar
slave away, the belt hurt my chin
complacent lame, i won't play your game
you win!

6 PM ft. 6ON

AMLILPM