How Many More

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee] People disappoint me and due to the circumstances I've become a loner and turn my back on the masses I've took enough chances, i've made enough enemies Met enough two-faced girls with slut tendencies So i don't trust anything, im ducking the traps Too many broken promises and knives stuck in my back Besides, eagles squee alone while the chickens fluttering Groups descent to die fucking stuck in a coop I got a message from a MMA fighter some time in a fall He told me to keep my eye on the ball There is a fighter inside of us all, just keep the flame lit In your heart and never let the fire dissolve Couse i heard enough bullshit and enough lies So i'm forced to stand alone, on my own, just i Before i find peace and i take what's mine Nigga, how many more must die? [Hook] Before i control my anger and my frustrations Before they realise that i don't have enough patience I leave your body in the water with the pressed stations How many more must die, nigga? guns blazin' Before i'm in the facility with nut cases Before i stop being a person full of such hatred I'll send you to the man upstairs to touch bases How many more must die? guns blazin' [Verse 2: G-Mo Skee] When i'll show up to the spot, with my fucking furry hat All the rappers give me dab, but i know that them faggets hating I feel like a target for this subliminal attacks Cause most of the times when rap, i use my imagination Well they can eat a dick, complaining about my language Cause the filth is spreading fast as the plague, they can't contain it If i painted a picture just to gain mazapil, not baised how i feel That's the definition of faking So fuck your bullshit message, you sound like macklemore I threw your pussy shit in the trash with the apple cores The same people still ask me to collab of course You ain't from the hood, why you rapping like a savage for? I've wrote enough bars and enough rhymes Hungry in a crack house alone, just i Before i write my next verse to make you chumps cry Nigga, how many more must die? [Hook] Before i control my anger and my frustrations Before they realise that i don't have enough patience I leave your body in the water with the pressed stations How many more must die, nigga? guns blazin' Before i'm in the facility with nut cases Before i stop being a person full of such hatred I'll send you to the man upstairs to touch bases How many more must die? [Verse 3: G-Mo Skee] In the land where the man with third eye is the king Rap artists are just pawns, i ain't signing the theme This fat fuck tried to manage me, handed me a contract And thought i was dumb enough to sign it the day it got faxed But i suggest that we work together before agreements Present day that contract was on the floor in pieces I've seen them call for cops on people for the poorest reasons He almost left the mirror west when we toured the region He always looked like a snake and he was extra friendly Real niggas told me that he shouldn't represent me I told him "we can never work, there is no chance" So he stole my murchen, tried to sell it to my own fans When i see this nigga amma burst five With no inf gang by my side, just i In order to stack this independent money to the sky Nigga, how many more must - die? [Hook] Before i control my anger and my frustrations Before they realise that i don't have enough patience I leave your body in the water with the pressed stations How many more must die, nigga? guns blazin' Before i'm in the facility with nut cases Before i stop being a person full of such hatred I'll send you to the man upstairs to touch bases How many more must die? guns blazin'