Broken lyrics

[Intro: FCG Heem]
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
They say, oh-oh
Uh, uh
Uh, windows five percent like f*ck my enemy
Ridin' 'round with them glizzies, don't think 'bout killin' me
Uh, uh
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
It's too much on my mind, it's too much on my mental
I think the devil want my soul, he want my temple
Just dropped down on 'em, do it real simple
Face shot, I think you left him with a dimple
If he slip, you gotta slide 'til they all divide
Too much pain, so much hurt that I can't describe
Eyes heavy, tears fallin' from my damn eyes
See the pain made me numb, then I got wise

[Verse 1: L.O.E. Shimmy]
I love this instrumental, the devil in you
I pop up, get sentimental, I corner bend you
I'm quick to squeeze that chop' when a opp on the menu
I stick to the trap, spinnin', splats, f*ck a venue
You step for them, they slime, you know what they did to you
This sh*t don't last, f*ck your past, don't let it get to you
f*ck that, spin, bend, like a frisbee do
I show you what them choppers and them glizzies do
[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a heartbreaker, real risk taker
Thirty-six ounces, I'm a snow flaker
Why they call it Trapland? 'Cause we got acres
Everybody in the kitchen 'cause we all bakers
Beatin' up the pot, scrapin' extra drop
I've been through a lot, I've been through some things
I done seen people change, I done seen the switch lane

[Verse 3: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Feds just did a sweep 'cause we been pullin' capers
Twin jump, we gon' rock 'em, seen him on that paper
High speed, I can't stop, I'm runnin' from the radar
He tried to run, but I still hit him 'cause it got a laser
I made her c*m and then I left, lil' b*tch, I'll see you later
My chopper shootin' faders, watch the news, we did him fatal
I'm in the booth, grippin', trippin', eight bands
In the mail pack, next day, shippin'

[Verse 4: FCG Heem]
Uh, windows five percent like f*ck my enemy
Yeah, I'm ridin' 'round with them glizzies, don't think 'bout killin' me
I told Lil' Foreign, "Whack that boy, don't show no sympathy"
And they see I'm blowin' up, this sh*t my destiny
Groupie hoes just wanna f*ck, they beggin' me
Murder that lil' boy, he better not f*ck with me
Just know that if it's up there, then it's stuck with me
Who the f*ck you think I do this sh*t here for? I'm tryna live lovely
And these VVs bustin' on my neck like, who my jeweler?
He can't come out 'cause I already put money on his medula
I told lil' bruh, "Just grind, don't let nobody outside do ya"
Thank God we livin' that lifestyle that we livin', hallelujah
[Chorus: Trapland Pat]
It's too much on my mind, it's too much on my mental
I think the devil want my soul, he want my temple
Just dropped down on 'em, do it real simple
Face shot, I think you left him with a dimple
If he slip, you gotta slide 'til they all divide
Too much pain, so much hurt that I can't describe
Eyes heavy, tears fallin' from my damn eyes
See the pain made me numb, then I got wise