Deathwrap lyrics

[Chorus]
22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree
And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a f*ck
They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pus*y Mothaf*cka witta gun go insane
And you won't see me in a cemetery that's where I came from
I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name
The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
He tellin me this and he tellin me that
I swear to me that sh*t never stops
And 22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree
And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a f*ck
They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pus*y Mothaf*cka witta gun go insane

[Verse 1]
And b*tch I'm schemin like a mothaf*ckin villain you claimin you killin
Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics
Y'all mothaf*ckas don't got no sh*t but you rappin a big game
I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it wit nobody cause nobody stay watchin my 6
I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique
I'm dreamin about all the sh*t that I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold

[Chorus]
22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree
And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a f*ck
They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pus*y Mothaf*cka witta gun go insane
[Interlude]
Shouts out to all the Kreeps, shouts out to the motherf*ckin' Hypebeasts talking sh*t on me, [?] talking sh*t on Schema the Posse b*tch, [?] to you motherf*ckers on my page, [?] talk all that sh*t on the web, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Schemin like a mothaf*ckin villain you claimin you killin
Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics
Y'all mothaf*ckas don't got no sh*t but you rappin a big game
I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it wit nobody cause nobody stay watchin my 6
I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique
I'm dreamin about all the sh*t that I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold
I ain't did a thang, since I been locked up in this room
With not a thang, 'cept a shotty on my side
2 shells on my bedside table might pull a Cobain
See I gotta lotta thangs goin on in my brain
Gotta lotta good sh*t and bad, sometimes all I really wanna do
Is put that double barrel 20 gauge up to my head
Is it more to life than being p*ssed off
And alone in my mind with nobody to tell me, "chill, mane!"
The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain
Montecristo and Hennessey keepin my head on straight
This very moment, if you a jit then you wouldn't know sh*t
About how a real Mothaf*cka zonin