Tragic

There's always one of them in the bunch

Socializing and sticking lies in

Acting like nobody got a clue to the scenerio

When the truth comes out they're scrambling

To dodge the ball

All of this none of it for any reason

You know who I'm taking about

They try to stick their keys into your brain,

But I think we kinda had it

Type of life that ends up tragic

Do you wanna live, or do you wanna die?

Talk a lotta shit is kinda like a suicide

You could spot them from miles and miles

Got their hand in your pocket and face with a smile

I could recollect a sucker trying to play me out

Putting words in my mouth

so he would get someone to dis me for what I'm about

But youknow and I know if I got beef I shout

I'm getting sick of muthafuckers and their stupid habits

Type of life that ends up tragic...tragic