Lyrics:
all except for the vain expletives
Spit flames while you drain your main beverage
Skill level obtained, untrained your brain will hemorrhage
Just my
Well, call me the idiot
For in my time I have dished it out
I have wrapped you in silver, wrapped you in seaweed
Left you to hemorrhage with cholera
insane
I struggle with my own identity
And how I view success
Enough pressure to cause hemorrhage on the brain
It's like I'm losing cause I'm destined
You relax to let me
In you invite me as if you were taking
Me by the hand into the most
Intimate room of your home
The place of feeling an onslaught
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
You got motives for sending your well wishes
Bet you'll use me up
Forget me like I'm chapstick
Hope my lip splits and I hemorrhage
Like an oil spill
kill 'em
Baby O knocking his teeth
He gon' need braces and bands
Eager to crush the world
It's in the palm of my hand
I hate all of you bOODANG!
past tense with
Pastors and past friends
Who don't understand the mission in
Some of my actions get your hands up
And you ain't got to understand
Just
of rope around your neck
Just use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a band saw
Take a second from life to stop and laugh
half past crazy
Blame the game or maybe I've enabled hate B ha
Fuck complaining motherfucker we blessed now
Struggle to embrace in my stand down
My
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
like the hands of time
My mindset: flow state of mind
I'm out, I'm out here swimmin', ain't testing the waters
I dove in, just like a lamb
Blood stained hands
Rust is eating my skin
The decay is clear as day
But no one sees decay
They all see roses and flowers
In a circle of showers
and bones, I'm free to ride
I take my hands off the wheel and let the monster be my guide
As I speed through this path of fire
I hear a million firing guns
I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh
I need to break sweat
I've got the fuel and I might get offensive,
I might be some threat
I want
letting glass sands pass by
Nigga wit a attitude bet they cant stand mine
And that's fine
Just wait till they see the new me
I use that shit to fuel me
(huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care
You best just set the mic down, I'm steamin' like a teapot
I make the D hot, people get in my face and ask
If I wanna battle, then I chase them in
to live inside you
This the curse of being mindful
Persecuted by my thoughts, hearts the jury for the trial
Testify in these booths with no hand
of suffering tryina be something
They don't want me to be
I'm tryina hold my destiny
I ain't got nothing left
Hopped in my tinted coupe and
Told the hoopti
are turning
(Oh, not some shiny deal that motivates me)
Music is the fuel that's burning
Burning in me
See, my godgiven name prevents me to fade
I'll
live it, come pay me a visit,
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh
We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh
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In the whip, my seat reclined
Kicking it, MJ is mine
Wondering if by design
i was also meant to shine
Sparking up with Mary Jane
Riding out that
at
The speed of life and you cannot stop it
Bout to take off more fuel for the rocket
Came from the gravel and now I rock it
Got the whole world up in my pocket
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