Martin Ruger King

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Doctors getting nervous They running out of prescriptions Mentally demented emotions are non-existent Mother contemplating if this could've been prevented Feeling like the blame for a child turnin' sadistic Well, really? You can blame it all on the Ridolin and Zoloft That had me seeing Satan in my playpen Family, I hate them They prayers never did shit Fuck is God supposed to understand The pain he never had to deal with Hell: he never been there But forced me to live in Don't ask me why I'm sinning Cus I feel that nigga owe me one to tell the truth Either be the victim or the first to shoot Grab the Ruger and a clip or two I want this ballad to be played at my funeral service For a child, 17, whose brutally murdered By himself, tortured for years The one voice nobody ever wanted to hear So, the ones inside of his head had to take control God wouldn't take my soul, if that shit was free of charge Satan neither, I need a breather from all this breathing Grab a trigger and squeeze it Martin Ruger King [Outro: Michael Uzowuru] Maybach Music