[Intro – whispered / adlibs]
Yeah…
I see it…
I’m already there…
Ha-ha… woo!
[Verse 1]
I see through the veil, see the life from hell,
smoke in my lungs and the cops on my tail.
Blood on my knuckles, rot under my nails,
God left a message but the devil got the mail.
Already there, in the pit where I dwell,
talk to myself ‘cause no witness gon’ tell.
Memories glitch, like a tape that won’t sell,
drowning in the sickness, I marinate in the smell.
Thoughts of past, new ideas often sell,
but when it happens, man, I lose myself.
Trade my soul for the lie that I tell,
mirror lookin’ back like my ghost in a shell.
[Chorus – Trap Punch]
Guns, drugs, and death — I got shit for sale,
stackin’ dirty money, demons tip the scale.
Ask for forgiveness, whisper through the shell,
pray to the silence, don’t worry, I won’t tell.
(Echo adlib): I won’t tell… I won’t tell…
[Verse 2]
Tamales in prison, ramen in the cell,
coffee taste bitter like a promise to fail.
Ferrari at forty, still stuck in the spell,
tryna buy heaven but I’m livin’ in hell.
Ideas come fast but the lies build a refuge,
fortress of sin where the snakes find the menu.
Life is a mistress, my mind is the master,
fuck it, I’m cursed, just preachin’ disaster.
[Chorus – Trap Punch, repeat x2]
Guns, drugs, and death — I got shit for sale,
stackin’ dirty money, demons tip the scale.
Ask for forgiveness, whisper through the shell,
pray to the silence, don’t worry, I won’t tell.
(Echo adlib): I won’t tell… I won’t tell…
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