Murder Attempt

Verse 1: [Mads Veslelia] Everybody talk about being real But that is easy with no spike in the wheel You write about staying high and then chill You’ll never know the fucking price or what it’s like to be billed And gotta pay, for the life, you never ordered And gotta stay in the crises, you never wanted I wanna say, what it’s like, to feel haunted By mistakes that ain’t mine, that I was born in And I’m complaining, cause I’m ‘bout to burst I believed in my mama, now she’s back on the drugs After 20 fucking years, thought she finally learned She was doing just fine, then fell right back and it hurts She got her first job, so proud of her name tag A new start, new apartment, far up in a haystack And we talk but the spark is fake, that’s hard And my trust, why the fuck would you waste that? Hook (x2): [Mads Veslelia] Some people they will never know And never ever understand what a broken home can do I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me Cause I was never meant to breath Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it Verse 2: [Mads Veslelia] Yeah, yeah, I’m supposed to be dead My daddy beat up my momma, for everything that she said She was having a baby, and he was angry as hell When she was blocking the stomach, then he was kicking the head They call that double-murder attempt Now he text me on my birthday, fucking funny I think Asking me stupid questions like, how I’ve been Shut up, coward, never seen you, never will I mean, I got a stepfather calling me son Try to keep in touch with each other but he’s always flat drunk But I guess we all got problems that we’re running from Rappers keep throwing fire-crackers, I’m sitting on the bomb But grandma, I’m thankful for what you did I wanna get rich, just, to give you everything But that ain’t happening cause people, they feel More about pop, rap, and swag, than I ever will Hook (x2): [Mads Veslelia] Some people they will never know And never ever understand what a broken home can do I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me Cause I was never meant to breath Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it Verse 3: [Mads Veslelia] Yeah, they tell me sign up for Idol But I’m just dude, tryna kill for survival So they will boo, when I spit at my rivals Up in the finals with a rifle, and I’m shooting at vitals Then I go viral But I ain’t got time for that shit Gotta take care of my mom and grandma Better stay off my mind, I’m venom Better be buff, cause I’ma phantom Better adjust cause I don’t change a thing, boy Listen up, Roy, close it But I got more on my list My best homie keep it one fucking hundred with pills So when these corny rappers calling me a son of a bitch There’s no wonder why I snap, attack, cause I'm so sick Of struggles, and I’m done being humble I ain’t the kid to push, I’m ready to rumble I never beat around the bush, I’m kinda loco Missing a knuckle, and now I got a beef with my own uncle A dumb fucker you are, the way you treat my grandpa Show respect, or I’ma fuck you up I know what you did to my mama But I’ma save all the drama Cause she has been through a lot now Bridge: [Mads Veslelia] Will this ever go away? Same shit just another day Will I ever feel complete? I don’t think I’ll ever be Hook (x2): [Mads Veslelia] Some people they will never know And never ever understand what a broken home can do I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me Cause I was never meant to breath Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it