Kamikaze - GMEBE Bandz

Dog, I done been through pain that you probably can’t imagine

These bitches loved me just as soon as the bag did

My hood crazy bodies dropping more than Baghdad

You can check my resume if you ain’t already hear

I was sliding with the choppa cause I’m already mad

When I got the phone call like what did he dead

How the fuck he just recover taking one to the head

But he put his body in between to cover his kid

You can talk about my but it don’t mean none

I was struggling with my brothers when we ain’t have a crumb

Sliding with the thirty-eight cause we ain’t have a drum

Motherfuckers love to hate cause they ain’t achieve none

I don’t owe nobody shit but this anchor

You know what I rep but I’m cool with some gangstas

Catch us in the club with them tools throwing paper

Make a phone call and they pulling out them dracos

I’m trying to get my momma out the ghetto buy her acres

Used to wake up supplying dope to my neighbors

My heart so cold starting to feel like a glacier

Hoes ain’t shit starting to feel like they basic

Aye, in my cup I got some codeine

Having suicidal thoughts feel like Cobain

In the kitchen mixing shit up with this cocaine

Trying to stretch a whole thang make my own lane

I don’t owe nobody nothing in this cold game

An she can be my hoe and still don’t know my whole name

I done seen her switch up on me and I won’t change

I don’t been through so much pain in that cold rain

Aye, bout to put my granny name on a cold chain

Move smooth on your dame like Coltrane

Please don’t get up in my lane I got road rage

An I’ll run your ass over in that Rover Range

I mean that Range Rover

When I drop this mixtape man the game over

Wake up with hoes in the trap like Hangover

Aye, I be off that pack I ain’t sober

I got blood on my slacks gotta change clothes

I done took a few L’s I remain golden

You can try me bet I ain’t folding

Bet I ain’t going

And they rapping like they rich but they ain’t holding