Lyrics:
will
I'll see you in the new world
Wait for me in paradise
People seeking fame off your
Name the little parasites on a bag of hype
Blud it sends me mad
die a legend, wanna see my name up in that sand
Sick of taking L's, but a nigga finna try again
Speaking on my name on his block, I'ma slide again
Tell
And I've already broken every law
I'm horror core, this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib, not if you still hidin' under the bed
Parental
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah)
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head
Yo
You gonna witness my music, confusin' ways
Who in the sake of God would introduce my name
I've been secluded and viewed as a true insane
Ludicrous
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will
from these hands,
Or be betrayed by your friends, how many times will it take for you to understand,
I'm not explainin again, your soul is the only
slicers
Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite you
Fuck that bitch, your wife don't write your
Cancel her, buy another one just like her
Pipers
this song
Don't wanna write this song
Another glass of whiskey, by your picture in a frame
I'm playin' all the black keys and cryin' out your name
your name up
It was day, night, Kid Cudi, every day write, tryna maintain where I came up
Put in hard work when they called out
When the bread call,
seek a therapist
The flow's deep & effortless
You phonies could never diss
Best thing since sliced bread I don't
Need your bread in it
Think about this
niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods
We eating Joe, you still talking no carbs
A conscious nigga with mac like Steve Jobs
We coming from the
South
yet
Box of matches, light the flame
Talk so much I think you like my name
Still as bad as can be, we're still fuckin
Bite the pillow and fight the pain
you'd just take my hand
So darling, oh darling
Won't you come take my hand
Let's write our love in the sand
When you see what I see
All I need, all I am,
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
Acid, my name and reputation
Just a foot soldier in the fated nation
Dealin' dope to these no-hope kids
And living life like a paid vacation
I don't
my brain
Write my name in the sand
But always catch myself reminiscing
I would do anything to see her happy
Now we down I don't know what happening
survive way back then
I ain't talking rep when I talk about tec 9 and mac 10
I write rhymes that changes lives with my black pen
Pops said never apologize
Popping my collar new name must be pimping O
A watch this if he run then I'm tripping bro
Yea I be trippin' bro
I'm still in town move around like I
a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower
Ride the Harley into the sunset
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With
that
When I run down a track, it's sick, that fact
And I go no cap when I rap like Mac
Still 4-2-0 to the world and back
I ain't caught in the trap
Good To Call Or Write My Fans""
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you
your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's
Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still tryin' to get signed, up in
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