Gaspack

add fuel with the gas
take off like a jetpack
so fly give em jet lag

pressin the motor 
like shifting a bike 
cause this shit going up when I’m clutchin

I got the 40 I’m bustin huh
that is the end of discussion huh

I know these rappers be acting so tough
but I humble em quick and I’m fuckin em up

I got bad bitches booted up
I need a rari with the Bentley truck

I need everything that I want 

I need you to shut the fuck up

I need hella racks to have fun

you wanna go against me?
then you be better lucky that you haven’t died yet
 I am equipped with the tools 
that I need to achieve with a military minded mindset
I had to learn to adapt
moving evasive and watch for the traps

let go of the pain that I felt in my past
I don’t need it cause the shit 
always held me back

I feel the stress and the pressure 
of life but I keep it moving
cause I cannot crack

I got real ones on my team
ain’t no switching up on my pack 

I pray to God
and he answered me back 

he told me 
stay on the right path 

I know the way I was living back then wasn’t right 
homie it’s still not 
I was down bad doing Evil things
and my demons had me in a slipknot

I couldn’t breathe and I felt lost
and my morals died in that brain fog

I exercise my demons 
through a hell week no light jog  
oh fuck

I met the devil
he fed me lies
I upped the 9 
and I let it bust 

killin em off
I carry the weight 
of the sins I commit 
on the daily
but Jesus forgive me 
I carry the cross

you ain’t met a Christian with this kinda sauce
bullets runnin deep like Hail Marys
from the arm of Brady out to Randy moss

got it in the glove like a game of toss

and I leave em leaning like I changed the font

you can’t pay the cost of this Saint Laurent

bitches be speaking in tongues 
when they suckin me up like they Pentecostal
I’m going ghost like I’m paranormal 
came to fuck the game up
turn it to a brothel 
fuck all the opps now we getting hostile
came here to turn up we pull up
I’m turning and twisting the throttle

ima young arsonist
and I’m catching fire 
I’m gone I’m wired
I don’t get tired
I feel my pain 
and I get inspired 
to get everything that I desire 
what I require 
is something finer 
than the smaller things 
of what life brings
I get so drunk that I can’t think 
and I throw up 
we go nuts 
In the parking lot doing donuts 
we raging hoe when we show up

I’m actually actively activated 
they hear me rap and get fascinated 
if a rapper try me get assassinated 
get acclimated 
or decapitated 
I’m so sick with no vaccination 

there’s one place that you’re better than me 
and that’s inside of your imagination

I kill em all
get evacuated

you sent a shot but miscalculated 
get eradicated
try to rap my verse 
is like suffocation 
you can’t breathe
you the goat 
bitch you can’t be 

cause i been the one 
im looking out 
for any doubt
but I don’t see 

nobody that’s really a threat 
all I hear is these dumb rappers
who get high and think it’s a flex

Dark heavy 808, trap