Society

I remember all your labels, all your fables, all the reasons you be dissin' me.

Now all I see is how much you be living with your misery.

Used to be my brother, best friend it was you and me.

Then you chose that hoe now all of that became history.

But lets turn the tables, ill get back to that in another minute.

You put the pain in substance and you took that weed and now you fucking with it.

All the blame on me like I was the one who fucking did it.

But you fucked your life so you took your wrist and you fucking slit it.

"Im happy, im alive" Yeah thats what you used to be saying.

"Fuck off, James" Yeah thats what youre used to me saying.

Depressed as fuck, your life is stuck, maybe you shouldve heard what I was saying.

But now you're on the floor crying, you should pray to god instead of crying to Satan.

But Mr. Ott wishes hot bombs to drop in the spot on his lot so he can get some top

But its time to stop he thinks hes hard hes not, he will wind up shot

In the head he bought and no cop will save his bitch ass, he hardly sought

He never even hardly thought, but his girls a thot and nobody stands him

He hardly fought for the life he was given, he can hardly talk

So next time you better not diss.

I will show you GODSEND with every word that I spit.

Now fuck off bitch, you finally got your wish.

You became a piece of shit and got turned into a diss.

This is society and I became its fucking villain.

Dylans chilling on the lyrics that he be spillin'.

I actually do my shit and dont forget about these beats I be killin'.

All of them will sell out, only for a fucking million.