EMPTY by Figgy Baby

I’m tired. I need another stimmy check? Last two on some disrespect. Whole house on the disinfect. People, i don’t see those. Took the hoops down when I started hitting free-throws.

Boi, how the fuck i’m suppose to work out? All this pent up energy bursting from this little house. uh. I can’t even have the homie over. Plus the loneliness might kill um slower.

And i’m worried about their health. This is hell. On my mental health. I can’t stand spending more time alone with myself. Wellllllll, least it’s easy for me to reach out. Some of my brothas don’t know how to ask for help.

Ooooooo. Guess we screwed. Guess we fucked up. Naw, bust a tune, get you mood up. Where the glass, where the ash tray, all cued up. None of that old shit, only new stuff.

Where did all the gas go? X3
Running on E, we still driving real fast tho

This a high risk zone that you walking round
People sick here
Lives been dropping out.
Numbers going up.
Ashes hit the ground
I keep my feelings quiet
I keep my music loud.

My father’s primo dead.
My tio’s nephew die
My mama home alone
The air is fire dry
I want to run away
Instead, i’ll cry it out
I need to buss it open
I need to buss it down!

Where did all the gas go? X3
Running on E, we still driving real fast tho

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Trap
• West Coast
• indie
• indie rap
• latino
• rapper
• trap rap
• underground
• westcoast
• Los Angeles