[Verse 1: Kaysinners] -Show Me The Love-

Show me the love. No love is too great or fake. I can relate to everything you say and think. I want to cry on your shoulder. Memories stored in a folder. Hug you when the weather gets colder. But love ain't for me. These chicks, just trick, and spit all over your shit and then like finding a new dick. Now Ima nasty mean nigga..mean nigga quick to pull the mutha fucking trigger. When people hurt you, you feel like killing. Because you no longer wanna be dealing with the fuckin feelings. While I stare at the ceiling, wishing that they're forgiven

[Verse 2: Kaysinners]

Show me the love. Girl I gotta go now. That's what I told her when she turned to a hoe now. She was messing with my thoughts while I was the one that fought, for what we both bought. She gave up on everything and I did too. She said that she was sorry. I said fuck you. Could've left her lonely in her fucking room. But a nigga too nice so what the fuck can you do? She stomped on my heart..now bitch you eat it. And I'm the type to get a girl number and then just leave it.

[Verse 3: Kaysinners]

I'll leave you believe me. Two snaps and you're out. Cause I'm sick of the fucking nonsense when it sprouts. I didn't chose you, you chose me. You're a fucking fake non-committing piece of rotten cheese. And you ain't worth a food stamp. While I'm going around the globe, I'll be treating you like boot camp. You're a worthless fetus can't be a woman, cause you don't have a cleavage.

[Verse 1: Kaysinners] -Remember-

I never was around to pull tracks, and never was the type to get called wack. And if you have an opinion that won't make it a fact. Cause I just spit all my feelings when I spit in these fucking raps. From touch to mind, from mind to touch, never really listened to no one who said "follow us". I was just the one who was just building the fucking trust . I remember when I came around it was 99, started looking at girls from the age of 5. By the age of 13 I was telling lies. I remember I wanted to be an artist. Not a rapper but a nigga who started shit. You know? The type of shit you don't hear about. The type of content people just care about. And if I'm gone they'll know my whereabouts. Yeah that's how it goes. Kaysinners

[Verse 2: Kaysinners]

This song aint individual. It's for all the drug dealers and the criminals. im not perfect but i want you
to realize that this world is corrupted with fake people , and real lies. and those who say im here anytime
just know that they wont. and if youre thinking about giving 2nd chances then you fucking don't. i remember when i was a little boy,used to play with toy guns and loose coins.Remember when my moms had a tumor...type of tumor that will taunt her and then consume her. Remember a lot of shit. from faces , to purses , to pussies i hit. to
teachers , to snitches to blunts that i hit. to thoughts of depression to thoughts that i chose
to moments i said "i just wanna go home". to fear , to the bunker, to fights in the streets , to times i was hungry and aint had money to eat !