Surrounded by these fucking voices They don't ever stop They keep making noises Tryna tell me things That I don't wanna hear Focused on the end I think it's getting near My temper with a gun Yeah that's all I fear Keep talking that shit And you gon see it clear Pop a couple pills And now I'm switching gears Kill you just for fun I'll treat you like a dear Homie I suggest you change your tone Your out of options Voices in my head do not forgive No they just pop shit Labels will not sign me They know Kraven way too toxic Collecting body parts I'm storing bodies into boxes Boxes Voices looking like a mosh pit Mosh pit Homie you ain't bout to pop shit Pop shit Lately I've been on my pac shit Dealing with these voices Homicide is all I hear 3am trippin Tryna continue living Voices keep me up But I don't see no visions When you dap me up I'm sure you see me grinning But little do you know I'm out here really killing Choppin and moppin No photoshop I'm croppin Tie your body up And then we steady mobbin Get you bloodied up You'd think we live in Compton My mind is really I'll No I ain't talking Hopsin Layed up with a body I ain't talking Stockton Layup in Milwaukee I ain't talkin Brogdon I feel like Antetokounmpo When I'm in Wisconsin Kraven he's a fucking king He's our only option I got you people I'm a fucking kill this shit As long as my insanity Doesn't kill me first Is that a fucking Lyft Or is that a fucking hurse Is this a another gift Or is it a fucking curse Momma please help me I can't fucking take this shit Voices screaming at me I can't fucking face this shit Razor blade scars I can't even fake this shit Pumpkins that I carve Razor blade to my wrist I wanna fucking die But I know I got shit to prove I'm killing everyone around me Ain't got shit to lose Trick or treat I'm eating pills like it's fucking candy I'm speaking to the dead So you can't understand me