Grievances Video (MV)

Oooooh!
Damn this beat is nasty! Gotta do this shit justice!
Hope I don't die before I'm 27
It seems like that's been happening a lot lately

Death and despair have no comparison to the sins that I've done
I used to be a God fearing man, but that shit left my soul
I never wanted nothing to come out of my soul because I've been closed off
I put a padlock on my own emotions
And, well guess where that put me
In this locomotion of emotional motherf*ckers
I don't give a f*ck I've been f*cking on some people's mothers
I guess I've done some bad shit recently

I f*cked all my ex's friends
I don't need no ends
I guess I've become a monster lately
But I've been putting that down on a pen and paper
Dispersing all that shit, all that shit's irrelevant
You tried to get me to be heaven sent
I guess I'm a walking devil
I don't give a f*ck shoot me and hit me with a shovel

I ain't done yet on this Earth
I ain't even gone 25% of what I wanna do
So why the f*ck do I gotta stop in my tracks because of you?

Trying to make something outta nothing and I can't do that
Because nobody outta my city is f*cking with me
But I had to make this EP to prove a point
Yeah, well I guess I've been putting on too much autotune
Autocrooning, about something that ain't never happened
Bitch I'm rapping, bitch you capping
I don't give a f*ck I'm snapping on this shit
I've been making your feet tapping like you got some Parkinson's
Parking sins, parking sins in the churches
Leave 'em dead in f*cking hearses

I've been screaming out new curses, like a witch
But I've been frauded like the Blair Witch Project
Have you ever seen that shit, that shit is f*cking wack

Guess it's a little time to be left out on my own
I don't even care if this track does numbers or nothing
I just wanna get my feelings out, this ain't written, nothing
Once that beat comes back in though, I'm gonna feel back into my emotions

Guess it's time to drop my grievances
Guess it's time to get the reapers in
Guess it's time to meet up with the reaper, I ain't got time bitch
I ain't got time for negotiations
Just sell my soul already nobody f*cking wants it, nobody f*cking wants it
This shit is maybe kinda trash but I don't give a f*ck
It's more than spoken word than rap
And I'm staying on the beat by influence, intuition
I'm gonna have to pay like f*cking $50k in tuition
What am I doing with my life?
I'm just fading in and out of my own mind
And I don't give a f*ck I'm swerving out of this traffic
Because I'm high as f*ck, I'm driving home and I don't give a f*ck I'm licked up

I guess it's time to admit it
I'm a screw up, I'm a f*ck up, but I'm a winner though
I can turn around my life, I'm not a sinner though
I'm not no sinner though

So let me f*ck next time bitch, HA!