Back and Fourth collab with Joey

My blood is clotted with the ashes of things I’m yet to say,

the thoughts died, they were cremated, then thrown away,

See I’ve been hated on, since the day i started in the rap game,

still don’t have a name but I’m about to go insane,

 

ok it's SnoopyJ, insane in the membrane

going out like cypress hill, no therapy? an asylums chill

if it wasn't for my brain, i'd proly be remedial

myself, i just couldn't contain, actions just weren't logical

 

See its logical, bitches you just can’t see the logic,

I’ll hit it with the double time, but in that case we switching topics,

so too all the people watching, Im hoping that you got this,

now this shit is meaning something, i guess that its symbolic,

 

hmm, symbolic. i wonder what the fuck that means

cuz you see, some of these simple things, seem to fly out my brain.

man, i dont how i could be so forgetful

but not respectful, of my careless mouth that's shit full

 

Now i thought i was respected, now my lives infected,

hated as expected and now I’ve been neglected,

So throw my homies out the window if they feel the need to question,

less of the hate would be best but the haters think I’m messing

 

see, messing would be a blessing if i never shit pants

but with this skill im repping the pen can't keep up with my hands

but who cares, who dares, to compare, the skill i share

to theirs, cause every knows my style doesn't shine....it flares