Chum Remix

hook:

sick spitting , nah i just rap poems

fuck luck, all i see is bad omens

Trynna open up my eyes to the finer things in life

They offer #pennies #for #my #thoughts ,

like i got #money #on #my #mind

 

nigga fuck riches, nigga fuck fame

sitting in the #shadows , hooded up trynna #duck #shade

all these niggas talking about how my shit basic

all these #complex #kanye clones still hating

still in the #Matrix

eating #Red #pills from the bottle

when you know your own, its a hard #pill to swallow

gasping for some air cause you drowning in your sorrow

gotta get through today or you'll feel this shit tomorrow

i got #ravens and dead #doves at my door step

my life turned and termed in eternal torment

I spit sick , pass the stick so i can torch shit (pass the torch)

Niggas heard the thunder in my voice when i stormed in

living in the slumps, all my life i been poor kid

Roaches in my cereal and piss in the porridge

Pour some liquor for the dead homies

i felt his spirit lift and drift as he bled on me

 

 

 

 

hook:

sick spitting , nah i just rap poems

fuck luck, all i see is bad omens

Trynna open up my eyes to the finer things in life

They offer #pennies #for #my #thoughts ,

like i got #money #on #my #mind