Verse 1: I rot in hell Yeah I rot in my grave Aye, aye You niggas scared of death, you pussy Yeah I’m not afraid, aye Life’s so fuckin traumatic So problematic, so erratic Never charismatic Feeling so sporadic No oxygen, asthmatic I don’t go outside I hate traffic Loneliness so habitual This is a habit She looked at the blood stains all over my...Learn More