Pity

[Verse]
Hanging out with Swamp, in the Swamp with a Glock
Recording in the cold, my hands is so froze
I try new things, your shit gets old
I know that you're a rat, I know that you told
Niggas selling souls, can't get that shit back
If you want to die, I can arrange that
Chilling on the hill, looking over the city
You all feel my pity, you all feel my pity
Hanging with Swamp, in the Swamp with a Glock
Recording in the cold and my hands are so froze
I try new things and your shit gets old
I know that you're a rat, I know that you told
Niggas selling souls, can't get that shit back
If you want to die, I can arrange that
Chilling on the hill, looking over the city
You all feel my pity, you all feel my pity, bitch

[Outro]
Hanging out with Swamp, in the Swamp with a Glock
Recording in the cold, my hands is so froze
I try new things, your shit gets old
I know that you're a rat, I know that you told
Niggas selling souls, can't get that shit back
If you want to die, I can arrange that
Chilling on the hill, looking over thе city
You all feel my pity, you all feel my pity
Hanging with Swamp, in the Swamp with a Glock
Recording in the cold and my hands arе so froze
I try new things and your shit gets old
I know that you're a rat, I know that you told
Niggas selling souls, can't get that shit back
If you want to die, I can arrange that
Chilling on the hill, looking over the city
You all feel my pity, you all feel my pity, bitch