CONCOCTION

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You know, I was walking around the city the other day
And it was so quiet you could've heard a window being smashed
It's- strange really, I suppose a lot of people are like windows
So many are... see-through, so many, get smashed
And so many wonder around with a glazed look over them
Are you like a window?
Is your life a pane?
Lying in ya coffin, dying often, taking ya bets, I'm all in
Call involving, fly to the gods, get high to get over the feel of fallin'
In our way, ya blocking, try stopping us, watching your body droppin'
Crying, try to defy the odds, deny me
Bitch I wont let it define me
Ya mind is dissonance, breaking from the experiments
Knock em dead I keep a pendant when I let off my elegance
Popping red in the phantom, it's too late saving ya relevance
Wanna stop but got the heater, gonna show ya malevolence
All that shit you repeating, I'm in my head you deceiving
Not picking up, weep in ya bed, you're on me begging for reasoning
Decompose with the season, the hit is over completed
That shit you always wanted got it now, but who the f*ck listening?
Wrist ain't got enough ice, know my type bitch
I leave ya petrified, wonder when it'll suffice
No surprising, don't make decisions wise
Staring up into the sky, no describing
All the shit that has gone through my mind
Boutta go cut my ties, close my eyes
And now hoping you've taken the prize
Luck, ya bitch, I struck, ya core
With lighting that I've never had before
You wish for the way it was before
The lethal son of a bitch
Thinkin you won, regretting ya diss
We stackin' up ammo, we gun down the rich
Ya cryin' I take it ya lovin' it bitch
Concoction, I lost it
Don't run up on the block with caution
The frost in the faucet
Yeah, all you bitches outta options
The Glock in the pocket
You gotta have drip to top it
They say that I'm the prophet
You pick a towel up to toss it
Fiending, stop my breathing, rising up putting together my legion
Wanting me but I'm way outta ya league and I figure they plotting to take up a heatin' yuh
Screaming, keep on dreaming, hiding don't wanna be found when ya seekin'
Die by the opp, boutta get to the pleadin' bitch, you are the reason my heart isn't beatin' yuh
Parallel bitching and you are a synonym
Selling my pitch and I'm tryna get rid of em
Need to commit but distractible rhythm, you throwin' a fit but the one with permitted em
Look at the clock counting down by the minute, you pushing me, passing my limit
We up in your crib boutta visit, the whip imma spin it
Confronted with Heaven but losin' a ticket
Best not resist, ay, fill a bullet up with some bliss ay
Man f*ck your mix tape, gonna run it down the abyss, ay yuh
Class not dismissed, ay, ya feelin' its gonna give way
I'm what you miss, ay, not fallin' for anymore tricks, ay yuh
Try to threat ya tec bitch, I'm rippin' ya fucking neck off
Knocking all ya heads off, mind racing I'm gonna drift off
Into deep sleep, no healing, I got a sneaking suspicion
The walk of shame, your making a wreck
I'm taking a shot, you're taking the edge off bitch
Ya said you wanted respect you got it, left it on read just said forget it
Making a killing so why would I stop
Bitch I sit on my profits, hate making me poppin'
Ya turning red, listen not tryna get caught
Imma burn every bridge, boutta die by the shots
Have the security, don't need the lock
I sit at the top, you stand with a flop

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