[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
Looking for revenge…
Lord, come take my life.
Lord, come take my life.
Lead me to my end…
Drown me in my sin…
They say; “Life’s a hoe.”
So I grab her by the throat.
Bend her over.
Iced out-
I can make it snow in October.
I got hits on hits on hits-
In my folder.
Young nigga-
I had to take that risk to run that score up.
Upping the score, taking liftoff.
Buss down the AP the wrist watch.
Back in the day, I was nothing.
They say that I am and it still got me pissed off.
Blood on my hands, I ain’t taking no chance-
One wrong word get you killed off.
(One wrong word get you killed off.)

They left me behind-
In that mulch…
I was curled up.
I sat in that classroom all alone.
No one showed up.
When I-
Walked back home-
I hid my wounds from my own mother.
We both worried more bout- [REDACTED.]
I climbed on that counter and grabbed that gun that was in that cupboard.
Come with me to Terrill Drive…
I’ll let you watch me suffer.
Watch my-
Tears drip onto the covers.
My Lord watched me deal with Satan for my slaughter.


Okay, I’ll start from the end.
Nigga I don’t got the time to explain why I don’t got the time to explain.
My whole life the sword that I’ve had is my pen.
I let the ink kill the pain.
Lately I’ve been feeling stuck and I’m tired of rapping bout feeling the same.
I’m tired of rapping in general, despite the niggas encouraging me on the fame.
I understand one thing.
Maybe I’m just too me; Not built for this game.
I ain’t no household name.
Nigga too real.
Nigga too wild, can’t tame.
I used to trap out the bus.
Northside Atlanta.
Middle school, turned to a scammer.
I was finessing the scanner.
Bellingham Partments.
One card away from the slammer.

My diamonds flooding, I need no discussion.
I trapped out the Corner Of Zion my nigga.
That’s word to my cousin.
And lately my phone line been buzzing.
These underground niggas on nothing.
I’m way too turnt for the fronting.
My whole life they told me I’m nothing.
I still believe it at these times of love and lies.
And tears I cannot cry.
Because in my demise I heed no omen.
Kill myself after my opponents.
Live inside the moment.
I cannot enjoy it.
Win or die.
Failure, I am not affording.
18, unemployment.
If you hear me now, know I’m unimportant.
My rage still hasn’t subsided.
I’m on a one way to hell.
And when I arrive, I’ll kick through the gates.
Then I’ll kill the devil himself.

Along with everything he took from me.
And everything he gave to me.
I talk to God everyday.
But there’s moments I think he’s not looking.
And those moments, I think are the best.
And those moments, I think they’re the worst.
I’m on a one way to hell.
Unless he can get to me first.

LOOKING FOR REVENGE. | (ONE WAY TO HELL.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

MEEJ.