Lyrics:
My flows most beneficent most merciful outrageous
For wages vibrate niggas heads like pagers
Too hard to handle son we animals bio-hazardous
know butterfly wings ain't fit to auction
Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung
Skylark litigants strung out like cats straight up participants
I am
G-Grandpa?
Why have you disturbed my slumber?
I-I'm so sorry. I came out to my mother and father, and they were so angry I ran out without much
close my eyes: complete terror
A stationary free-fall seemingly never-ending
I'm aware of everything, it's too much
Overloaded by what's going through my
my blood
But dreams in my head, so I kinda wish it would
But it's one in a million I drop out for good
And my form just keep filling in it's looked
My nigga they coming after ya, told em bring me yo stomach
I hate to get out of character
But I made a promise
To myself that I was going
to smithereens
Time stop, flyin' guillotines
Commin for your flock
What you mean you spilled the beans, ay?
Black out and thought I seen pop
a motherfucking ballistic
Missile hitting its target
Blowing shit up in my head
Steady driving me crazy buh am right here
Not out there
When out there
Am running
Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
Nothing
and damaged
I wanna get my momma out the Hood
And live lavish
I just wanna die
Cus the pain that I feel
I just wanna die
Cus the love never real
I saw my own
my wings then I'm out like I'm Icarus
Know I hate stress, I can't fuck wit no bitter bitch
She make me calm so I call her my Ritalin
Look at my
about now all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this
Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put
around
Yessir
Deadpan,
Work eight hours straight and then I'm sleeping like a deadman
I know that you faking but you pacing 'round my head and
I still
drove outta town to get a bird?
Had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just get a word (boom)
Santana fucked my head up with them diamonds and that
I know you're coming here to snoop
Trying to get a leg in my hola hoop
I see you brought the big guns
Picking out your bullets one by one
I ain't
head seeking revenge
Son bent, son, on your behalf tryna laugh
Check out the drill, dun, conceal guns
Play the hum, for rea, son's leaning back
of a scholar
Lack of tactics would get you robbed for a dollar
Worse when you holler
With more than a grand yeah Im a deadman
Wind up with a bullet in ya head
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
yo ass
Some slow and analytical
Some quick fast on the dash
Like heads or tails but the head usually leads the tail
So I tell my tales from the head
popping pills
Pocket money hunit seals out in the field
Whippin wheel, popping checks pop your girl you comin next
My girl got these hoes by the neck
Me
Red
But for the life of me, I can't figure out why my ass ain't dead
And now I clear my head, as we arrive on the site
Makin' sure, all routes for
A slight gust of wind blew over my head
And the candles were no longer burning when I glanced back up at the window
The street seemed even quieter now
I took
the wolves like a Stark
My presence does the speaking for me , I don't even talk
But if he's talking out his head , body slam him like The Rock
You
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