Storytelling Vol. 2 (Tekashi 69)

I can feel her sadness, she's feeling helpless

Seething tantrums searching for meaning answers

Like why we're breeding basterds, semen heaped in blackness

If Breathing in this air is, toxic be prepared kid

To face the reaper's glaring, unsettling despair sinks

Settles in your head like headshrinks, she's sad drinks

Her breath stinks and her mouth pleads for breathmints

Sentenced to live a life that's friendless

Depleted like her friends list, she hoped her life would end swift

Like taylor riding in them benzes

Instead defenseless, she remembers

Being reckless, even careless, she depended

On that gang shit, see the fences, keeping down the members

She repented, under pressure from the Fed's and

She relented, now she doesn't need incentive

To meet her end quick, you deceiving rat bitch