Lyrics:
nearing the line
'Bout to cross over it I just lost all my wit
There's a gun on this side but I'm not holding it
Pick it up now you're all throwing fits
to the school smoking blunt
Walk up by that bitch around lunch
Trying to go sell me some dope
Glenwood showed me the ropes
Made shot, killed a pencil on me
of a sacrificial lamb with the backings of a band
Trumpets wrapped around me rapping 'bout Saran
And all the superheroes that would pack 'em in sedans
And how
you buy, always shred it when I'm Mi, I'm a teller of my life, kill it gonna get signed, inspired by design of Rockafella on the mic, I can be grounded
don't sip beer, we get wock by the six pack
I'm in the Midwest, got shooters all in Chiraq, Touchin' top shelf bowls for 5-5, Crip Mac
When I leave, I'm
call my friends
Fuckin' up his mental
Ain't Know he was taking Xan's
Lost my bro to drugs
Ain't this shi could kill my mans
Choosing all the sacrifices
nigga
Nip taught me to be prolific and so gifted
Became the suspect, I can't never play the victim
I gotta kill 'em
Rolling frontos, got me so lifted
All I feel is pain
I don't feel other emotions on my brain
Every fucking day feeling like the same thing
Got me stressing, wondering if it gon change
Mama I rap, mama I really should trap
My niggas they watching my back, all my pencils I take 'em and scratch
I’m tryna cook up a batch that no nigga
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
invite em
Nights that we ain't arguing it ain't even exciting
I'm getting used to all the shit that you be making up
Just to add suspense to the making
Ya
I'm back
Yeah
I'm coming hard like a bad cramp
Something like a charlie horse up in ya back
My intentions ain't nice you tell by the look on my
taxed
If you want you some za its 600 a quack
He keep spinning and missing that boy need a nap
I hop on the beat and I kill 'em
Ain't faking no image you
feel like
When you working three jobs and got no life
And you showin' up late cause your car died
Man, fuck that shit, all lies
He don't give a fuck like
manifested in the flesh it's a cycle not a line we celebrate the crazy i go psycho all the time/get you hyper by design/that's a mic without a line/reflect
would call pretty
Kept my ass clothed and fed selling prescriptions and middies
Yeah, all of life's a game but I ain't gonna let ‘em win it
Keep fighting
all these real plans
You try to make em better men, they worried about looking better than
I ain't looking ova my shoulder so I'm keep the distance
skates
Tint is to dark for these racist ass jakes
And we got dracos won’t Call em drakes
I’m still at the bottom I can’t relate
Killers move in silence
mathematical
Me and shorty not compatible
Role model, nothing short of admirable
Ask me how I do it
I tell 'em it come natural
Simply put, boy it's all masterful
the influence by getting higher than ceilings
But still I'm down to earth, I just never developed feelings
I landed at Esteban park , I'm lighting up in the dark
rhyme readily heavily influenced by all I've ever seen
It's my medicine remedy
And if you ever seen me live at a show
You will know I use pure energy
Turn em to dust, I'm composting niggas, my thought process
People find frightening in my defense It's hard for a mortal man to stay sane
Experiencing
day I ball, I dunk that
All ya'll cats get bushwhacked
Get rolled on, and smushed flat
Get attacked by the wolf pack
All of these rappers are so wack
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my
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