Chills oh chills 
Words go and go, do they kill
Bet as they say I’m dead, oh they still 
I leave this comment, and forget about me
Years later I die, man I don’t doubt it 
Roberto is gone they cry and shout it
Look back at my life, do it in reels I manifested to much shit
None of that shit is positive, it’s on that lose touch shit
Man I’m not a happy go lucky rapper, It’s dark like bruises
I tell stories about murders and mental health 
None of my stories are positive, they all need help
My stories end in death, Thsts just life
Do you understand the depths, that’s lite
See I’m troubled oh so troubled 
Humble oh so humbled
It’s 2:40 am I’m predicting my death 
Predicting it in a text that’ll never me left 
Left on a beat, it won’t leave the comments 
Being honest

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