Nathan s Track

Paper cuts from bible pages And a ruff taper for generating parental anger Differences between generations create mental anguish But listen there's a Cultish danger within that manger And he still standin Others say he's a stand in Go ahead n brandish shit cuz of the way he's been branded Now he cant manage a meal that's not a can I'm keepin it candid Songs about people Who can only feel heaven in the position of fetal Get laughed at when people don't see that fatal vision Fission makes unimportant fusion That new friction creates illusion Delusion means the real story's construed and You brought it on bro That doesn't mean he a loose loser Let em choose to turn to buddha Or ima become a loose shoota Yuh This is how you create a motherfuckin women abuser Shoot up with two things Then tie ur neck up with two shoe strings Cuz of what you had motherfucker doin Movin em with two strings Cuz of that trauma He'll martyr thru hell to get that bling bling He may dramatize it but he'll be Far away from his upbringing His path aint biblical passages I don't care if ya gotta Do the math n calculate the averages to see ur bein Critical of what bro can really manage At 17 But sure Ig jus keep, rain it in I swear Midwest emo, he gon be mean with it He gon work with Mike Dean in it Sure one rug up in the family tree Probably what's gonna see bro hung up But when he inevitably won enough Ur gon see if u can cop that one up Takin accountability For what his ability amounted to when he can run up Motherfucker I aint no Jepgmafia I don't care if its EP or LP ill always call ya shitty His single drops n you'll be out here tyrna play plinko till he drops Dumbass motherfucker is why he always gotta stand beside a cop Even if he doesn't stand bedside the cops Oh lord His town is a hoard Oh god You say when he gotten too good For his hood Skippin when he starts talkin real shit like "ayo look" Peel that shit back Reel that shit back What he ab to reveal, you would say shits an act That's facts man He gon leave n never come back Its a house not a home Social path with people who think bein baptized washes away all plaque That creates a sociopath We gon run it back He gon run them plaques Maybach all matte black U gon turn red to a matador When he close the doors on the fuckers who wanted bro dead N that's that mothafucka WHOOO British We say diss u say skirmish Not finna demolish there's already too many shits to remines on Callout on call Edgin straight men N I'm straight edge The blade be double edge Mothafucka WHOOO