The Shooter (feat. WHATEVER WE ARE)

I don't fuck with you or your type Voices in my head going wild Push me to my edge and I die Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all I hear them talking in the halls They making fun of all my flaws I feel so alone and lost God I hate this fucking school, who made these fucking rules Swear that this ain't cool, and all this fucking pressure what is there to prove And I am so confused, and I am finna lose it I might flip and OOHH! Probably hurt someone Plus the shit that I get from my mom back at home makes the perfect storm Only thing to bring calm is the percs I'm on Hide the way that I feel play the perfect son When she sleep I take cash out her purse and run and go buy drugs everything just to blow up numb Now it's back up to school with the jocks I don't get it Pretentious bitches mind your business I hear your whispers and your disses They call me weird bitch I'm a misfit The homie just passed away And I can't do class today I'd rather get smashed and stray From this place stuck in hell all these bastards fake One more kid call me weird I'ma bash his face All this pain, I might turn to a basket case I don't fit in so our peers can hate Where the fuck is the God I just ask for faith These voices in my head, they force me to the edge And I am not prepared to make it through the day To many tears i've shed, these stresses got me scared It's best if I was dead My dad ask about my day, I lie and say it was great He don't know all the shit I take, I just suppress then get high then I drift away I lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune, of my favorite rapper then I gaze at the moon I dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom Pray I'm left alone and maybe shit'll be cool man But fuck it, uh I sit here sad for what Sick of being here mad as fuck, I steal the gun from my dad then I pack it up Off to school with the tool, I don't brag or bluff Fuck around they don't know that the strap is tucked This for all of the times that they laughed at us I pull out the gun out the bag, think I've had enough I tell 'em I don't fuck with you or your type Voices in my head going wild Push me to my edge and I die Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 I don't fuck with you or your type Voices in my head going wild Push me to my edge and I die Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808