Gossip & Gunplay Ext.

We built you up... We'll drag you down.

But its u who ya bears the blame never to dare between the lines, 
just eaten what they feeding like ur starving in yo mind, 
not a touch of grace at all yet u seeming so divine, 
passing judgement like the God above, yet down here riding pine

Tell me what wrong with ya mongers just waiting on fame to fall, 
then a filling in and piling on and loosing no sleep at all, 
maybe a different kinda lynchen but ya still the same ol' mob, 
let that gossip in your head fuel the gunplay at your heart

We got gossip & gunplay.