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of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Darkness harnessed embarked in torment
Is so often torn into my skin a sore

through that shit until my skin hurt
I be running with the rats, until I splinter
Bitch we coming through the cracks, middle of winter
Like the grinch,

mind could manifest
I've shattered every challenge, test and battle so I'm bound to flex
Check my fucking records I'm never sweating a clown or pest
I

the stress, it's just a test I'm trying to ace it
Who knew a paintbrush would take me places
Who knew reciting poems over beats would give me peace
Not me, but

Medicine's my life now, I'm defined by a stethoscope
Everywhere I go I'll be attached, That shit my epitope
Folks calling me with questions about they skin

Niggas test my patience
We gon' send them to the breaking news
But where the fuck was you at
When I was trying to get off this crack
But where the fuck was

But that's not my go
Country knows that i'm going pro
I did bare things that I keep on low
He got t'd up, now his skin on sew
On G.O.D i'm gonna blow

in my life
And I know all of this liquor won't won't do me right
And cause my skin
Justice is out of my league
So I walk something that could bring

myself that Imma get through it
Because I been through it
Too many bad moments for me not to act like I don't got some thick skin, so I gotta own it
I

Welcome to my mind, it's close to 3 pm, and I'm feeling
That I got another layer of my skin that started peeling
REAL dealings, in the mental health

mind to be the best
I'm born to win
Glory is stuck to my skin
I know my first 2 song weren't the best
Gotta start somewhere to be the greatest
God always

mood
The baked chicken breast excuse me ma'am can I have two
End the night with my shorty slapping skins in the back room
Raining bars like a monsoon
So

& bake
She a brown skin baby lookin some edibles
4:20, did the Dash, the kid from incredibles
P-215, my card is professional
Berner's top shelf, I don't

rattle and scatter you get left in the darkness,

I rip sets it's lex on a different text,

I spit jets so quick like a splinter flex,

I'm under your skin

I motherfuckin' walk. Spazz on the beat, it's killin' me (Ahhh)
Skin on the rim, I feel like Tony Hawk, these bitches be finna be up on the block

in the spark and it look like a lamp
I'm burnin' up in this bitch 'til my skin turn to ash
I bring a whole lot of red so it look like a rash
We like

thinking bout sins 
These bitches are bitches acting innocent 
She is a villain in heroin skin
I'm still uncertain about her intent 

I feel like fetching my

mind
To be, Divine
I want, to see
You all, the time
I want, to hear
You call, my line

Never seen you before
Now I gotta mess with ya, now I gotta test

be feena
Than to be in Carolina in the morrrnnink

I thunk thick thoughts
That I think are thin
Beat the black off
Of my pasty skin
I push so hard,

sonnin'?
Now they begging on they knees like get to suckin'
I get a bag like restless
Control group can't test this
Tangled up, tangled up my necklace
Bitch

My skin can’t be thin if I don’t got any left
But while I still got breath and some shots in me
I’ma pop off, comin’ at your ears 
With a cacophony

the grammy
And if I shoot the club up
Will you do it for the family
Lil buddy with the long legs
And the nice ass
I aint light skin b
But I just might pass
Cap

We not Johnny you bet not test us
She say she fucked my brother I'm like bitch I already knew though
Struggle and pain what a nigga got used

mercenary, seein' him tweakin' off Ritalin
Bugs underneath your skin and Cole Myer's in your head
Shoutout to the women usin' men for dates to keep 'em fed