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800pts - why me lyrics

[verse]
i just re+upped on a bunch of pills and syrup
gotta watch who i keep near and be around, keep my spear around
oxycontin, x, codeine, and benzodiazepines (yeah)
that’s like my only source of income, no way did i pay for streams, huh (exquisite)
pop the same sh+t that i’m sellin’ ’cause i need it
i’m still waitin’ on my court date for this p+ssy boy i beat up (uh+huh)
i can’t fear no man that bleed the same as me, i’ll bleed him
know my mama wish she never had me ’cause i’m evil (bih)
ah+ah, pour two ounces in half a liter
all these rappers playin’ games once they follow the leadеr
they play hide+and+seek too, but they ain’t nеver the seeker
catch him walkin’ out of school, stopped the v, he seen the reaper (buh, buh)
my fans all wanna hear the trap sh+t, but i ain’t no people pleaser
if i wanna rap emotional, i’ll do it when i feel it
right now, all that i can feel is i just need to change the breesh up
f+ck her once, pass to the next, i cannot wife no f+ckin’ treesha (phew, yeah, ha)
big wheels, five+percent tints, hop out with big sticks
groupie b+tch with a lil’ sister for my lil’ twin
big cullinan, ridin’ with slatt like each week (sab)
every day of my life remind me more and more of snowfall
sh+t, i’ll probably have ran up a lil’ half a mil’ ‘fore snowfall (uh+huh)
tell my mama i quit the oxy, i lie so much
soon as i walk back upstairs, time to crush and snort up
(ha, yeah, yeah+yeah)
i ain’t gon’ stop rappin’ if the beat ain’t finished, that’s just stupid (woo)
my heart fragile, i’ma play the best for cupid
ain’t know it yet, but when he hit me, that’s when my whole life was ruined
i still hate you
i don’t know if i believe in god, but if i do, he probably hate me
all the sh+t that happened to me ‘fore i even turned eleven
they told me it’d get better, but i’m way worse here at eighteen
scars on my hands and my arms from cigarettes
started cuttin’ up my wrists and poppin’ lot of xanax (yeah)
started talkin’ ’bout how i feel in some of my songs, it kinda helped
then some russians took my sound and took my emotions away
f+ck all y’all (yeah)
now i’m like a living barbed wire
when i go to court, i get at least four out of five charges
go in rehab for three months, i’m tryna fix my life
knowin’ i’ll just go to prison as soon as i get out, nice (man, like what’s point?)
[outro]
like tell me, really, what’s the—?
like tell me, really, what’s the motherf+ckin’—?
like tell me, really, what’s the motherf+ckin’—?
like tell me, really, what’s the mo—?

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