"Easily Hard"
ayo, looking in pieces of glass, looking like secrets of past
little known facts teases the mask, and my demons don't ask
they just steal no questions, my mind they reveal all sections
hearts feeling tension like i'ma squeel on mens sins
sorta like i'm rattin out my bro's shit, all i wanna do is grow quick
i do flows kid that stole shit, tryna stay original, too crazed to know bit
and keep biting substance, i'll keep writing nothings
so nobody applying abundances of bullshit, rhyming love is
so lemme take a minute and for my sake get sickest
polluted thoughts make me saddistic, wheres god, satan insists
and when the globe do still will ya whole get ill?
or will you pray for the apocalypto to kill?
but now that theres nobody else, i think i'ma go kill self
all i did was bluff i guess, i shown my poker tells
laying here depressed, hoping, no, praying for deaths