9 bars lyrics

Ik there’s ppl back home tht prolly plot on my health
N i have friends tht wan me dead, n i still wish them well
b*tch fr?
I remember gas pack strong enough to kill, smoke it up n take another pill
Take her to the motel 6 b*tch, my nut on her tits b*tch
She ask me if I love her, then she asked if I feel sh*t
I said, “im straight if this money comes in cuz if not its back to licks n thinkin abt who Ive killed”
When they said kc got the burner they was right
Last night i used tht sh*t to kill his brother, no knife
Strapped up like im a dyke
We are not alike
b*tch i pop xans n f*ck b*tches on my flights tht take me back home
Thats where everybody toxic
f*ckin up my pronouns, my Glock could help me fix this
“what’d you say b*tch? I dont see a him” my pistol all in his face “do you wanna try again?”
f*ck it I’ll jus kill this b*tch rn, he’s not the first person that I’ve put six feet into the dirt
Seven burned into my heart, for my moms I go hard
Eight reasons to give up, so I pop nine bars