"Rivals" lyrics

Black hoodie on, with the blade tucked low
Everybody wanna bitch
Got my ice served cold
Seein red, but my blood turn gold
I've been living with the ghosts motherfucker, I'm home
Night terrors, put the fear in your eyes
Bunch of mirrors in the room
Seein figures inside
It hurts aside, I hear em' all cry
I'll be the last, before it's live or die

I been followin some foot steps
They bouta vanish
People feedin some
Bullshit then take advantage
Just livin they whole life
To grab a bandage
Never be the one to lose a grip
Cause they start to panic
Heart full of rage
And it's been a bad habbit
Everytime I find peace
I just can't imagine
Tryna keep myself calm
It's hard to manage
Don't be laughin at pain
Till you understand it

Eeny meeny miny moe
LS sitting on the floor
Grab my Glock and cock it back
And let that mothafucka blow
Talking shit, I'll snatch your soul
Ready to go, toe to toe
Tell the devil that I'm ready
To fill up another row
Checkmate to a bitch, if you talk shit
Quick on the grip
Lock jaw like a blue pit
Straight to the crypt
With the shadows of my conscience
Throw 'em up, let it fly in the mosh pit

Black hoodie on, with the blade tucked low
Everybody wanna bitch
Got my ice served cold
Seein red, but my blood turn gold
I've been living with the ghosts motherfucker, I'm home
Night terrors, put the fear in your eyes
Bunch of mirrors in the room
Seein figures inside
It hurts aside, I hear em' all cry
I'll be the last, before it's live or die