Misery

Be my victim

The wordsmith with absurd gifts
I used to serve bricks, now I get paid when these words flip
This thing I love that started from the mud, making nerds rich
It's academic, but when rap invented this word "snitch"
We deserve this, it's worthless
Put pain on your browser so when you search this, the earth shift
The kiss of death, here's the reaper to flirt with
I need Bieber to verse with
I put out hits and leave when the hearse split
Get put out quick and heaved in a dirt ditch, yeah

I can see you ain't worth shit
Paid in Full, still can't believe when he murked Mitch
I'm ice cold, could never be Sonny Reed in the first drip
Your wife froze, refusing to see you bleed when the nurse stitch, yeah
You fuck with me, you already screwed
A deadly dude, ain't feeling you niggas
Just think of Terry Crews, a petty dude
I shoot for the stars, whoever said he'd lose
I bet he bruised, an eye for an eye
That's how this fetti move, it's war, nigga

Best believe that it's war, nigga
Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, nigga

You don't believe me, then draw, nigga
Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, nigga
Pause, nigga, washing these sins away when I pour liquor
Poor nigga, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, nigga

Randy Nichols as Candyman
You like Samwell playing Steven slaving in Candyland

Ayo, anonymous shooter sending me slugs
Times in my life I ain't even know who my enemies was
Now they all in memory of
I'm by myself, I refuse to be the company misery love
Plot and scheme, got confidential exotic dreams
I'm a king and I done been through a lot of things
Rats put my kinfolk inside a bin

Niggas let the bugs in like an open window without a screen

Not a thing, I'm dodging informants

On tour, shit, I was performing with five different warrants
Help guys provide for they daughters
Still they burn bridges like they know how to survive underwater

Eating like it's some kind of disorder
Gained a homicidal aura from monetizing the corners
Counting money since five in the morning
It took twenty-three hours to count
It, remind me of driving to Florida
I'm quiet, not a dominant talker, forgive me, father
One time I prayed to God for a silent revolver, huh
Wished that I was a goner
Instead I'm in a thousand dollar robe sitting inside of a sauna, trust