Smoking and toking i’m blowing out ghosts
Repping fresno b#tch i’m from the west coast
Summon my demons it’s ten below freezing
I’ve been at the top b#tch i feel undefeated
Blade to my face m#th*rf#ck*r’s suicidal
b#tch i got no competition i don’t even got a rival
Couple reasons that i don’t i don’t care what you say
You were never to made to last b#tch you weren’t made to stay
Switching up flows and i mix and compose
All the sh#t that i write and i’m choosing what goes
Look in the back i got cash it’s enclosed
And i made it from damage and dirt i imposed
Famine on earth and i’m watching it burn
From thе side to the side and it will not rеturn
Sweating out red and i’m drinking up blood
From the angels that died and they came from above
Path ain’t never gonna be easy to the top
And you know i’m never completely gonna stop
Writing bars high keep the stiiizy with a pod
Shining but you’re never gonna see me in the dark
Yung chink on the beat and we be spitting bars
And we be cleaner than a squeegee on a car
Spittin to myself so i’m screamin to the stars
And i’m here long term i won’t briefly leave a mark
Keep it lowkey keep my therapy subtle
Gas mask hit like i’m laremy tunsil
Rappers these days i will merrily muffle
Because all they do is just terribly mumble
Music these days is primarily hustle
Passion for rappins somewhere in my muscles
Lyrics leave you momentarily puzzled
And if you come at me prepare to be humbled
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