Untitled Lyrics - Singles - Da Grym Reefer

Verse 1 

I don't 

Care what another 

Thinks about a motherfucker 

My life began in the gutter 

I live 

Therefore I suffer 

The pressure made you crusha 

The struggle made me tougher 

Like a hole in my head 

I need another lover 

I bring an extra rubber 

CUz this life will fuck ya 

A heat I do tucka 

Stay smokey like Chris Tucker 

It's hard to trust others 

When motherfuckers 

Can't wait for you to turn your back to fuck ya 

Sistas or brothas 

Niggaz don't love ya 

And if you don't tuck a heat 

You get your dome shuttered 

Chrome desert? 

Wrong, nigga 

It's a 4-50 tone and the wrong color 

With a scope on the long barrel 

With the infra-red get-up 

When blood get spit bitch you won't get up 

So 

Don't get up in my grill 

Thinking that you won't get lit up 

(Hook) 

If I took my words just like they came out 

I've would've been blown my brains out 

To get my name out 

I write like this 

Just to ease my stress 

I write my shit for the manic depressed 

Who give a fuck less 

(Repeat x1) 

And they say... 

That my mind is like the land of the lost 

And these thoughts of mines can't be bought for any cost 

(In this) Motherfucking chase for wealth 

Feels like I can't trust no motherfucking body but self 

(And why's that?) 

Nobody understands my brain 

Nobody else feels my pain 

So they say I'm insane (And what else?) 

All the love I've ever had is gone 

All I have is fear of dying alone 

What I'd rather be (Why?) 

The solitude is like a breath of fresh air 

Cuz the truth is no one cares if I live or die 

(But why not?) 

I'm full of hell 

But don't ask me why 

If I die 

I know noody would cry 

At my funeral... 

Wonder why I speak on death so much? 

Cuz it's the only thing that I trust. 

You can count on it (Damn) 

Sounds cliche but the natural fact is 

All you can count on is death and taxes 

In this life... 

(That's fucked up.) 

(Hook x2) 

(gunshot)