I’ve known nothing but good old joy
Since I met you, darl-
I don’t shop in my hood, it’s a desert
See my life has been pain for so long
I ain’t notice im constantly looking for pleasure
Almost lost someone good over pressure
Gotta lie to my girl just to keep her
Gotta savour these heavenly views
I still wonder, how would they look in the aether?
Thinking death is an excellent teacher
My second attempt tryna reach her
Sometimes I’m wasting my breath on a feature
Control bout as well as a preacher
Gun on the table to settle a deal
Cut the leather like greasers
Gang wars
Magnetic the field, recession to freezers
Excellent meal in my speakers
Veggies at home, that depression get deeper
Fetchin the veal
Christ or Cruella, it’s never bout followers for me
When talkin bout love, we acknowledge the homies
And hope that a new one is not an informant
That buzz in the back, we gon try and ignore it
Mic in his chest, acting like he important
We strip him and spray him he not turning orange
Hop in machines and we actually floor it
My actions are fluid, my talent is dormant
He look like a pack of contortionists
All work no play: perfect proportion
Still be the first to the coroner
Ear turn forward like Horton
Sample huntin, I was born as a forager
Metal disruptive, reminder
To speak when I’m spoken to, poor little warrior
Gun charge, diss, rounds up, put bodies down
Escalator moves
Independent
f#ck it
Fold easy tryna stun hard, hiss, found kaputz
Dot and sound, never stay askew
Glick prevention
f#ck it
I don’t shop in my hood, it’s a desert
See my life has been pain for so long
I ain’t notice im constantly looking for pleasure
Almost lost someone good over pressure
Gotta lie to my girl just to keep her
Gotta savour these heavenly views
I still wonder, how would they look in the aether?
Thinking death is an excellent teacher
Look around you
The world can be whatever you want
Look
Since a kid, I’ve been a klutz
Runnin with utensils, but was never in a rush
Seconds in, he dust
Hit the temple, let his head roll, brought a tec up in the cut
It’s back and forth, not over screens, we bringing definitions up
The better half of every second wind was
Spent up in the notepad
Writtens widen my rule and get me revenue
And notes back
Electricution, extension ground him, that’s
Jacob’s Ladder
Deadly shooting pain in his chest, pop like a prozac
He weeping when we cutting through
With matics, we don’t chop it up
Just pull up to the function with the ‘stache
And get to stomping em
I can’t smoke no reggie after that, gon gimme agita
Send razors like the Dollar Club, slice a bowl like Oliver
Can’t never force sh#t, but I had put my plans in motion
I could prolly spend careers with the homies
From the New York trip
See how strength grow in numbers
But numbers wasn’t my focus
You gotta pick and choose your friends, finer
Sieve gon keep it solid, ironic
You see the polish don’t diminish when we weather storms
But I don’t walk out under clouds as if it never pours
Nor do I draw from sh#t I got no f#ckin reference for
All they tryna do is recount points
I’m tryna settle scores
It’s the burnholes and ash on half of my wardrobe
I been a poor show, all my actions were foretold
Shitty rapping aside, my mental health on
Decline lately
Catching dirty looks from divine faces, opine greatness
Half these beats lie vacant, stuck in my mind pacing
Still I gotta divide change, tryna survive daily
Heavy talkers got quite weighty round where
You might face me
That sh#t is not crazy, mamas turn to crybabies
Stepping wrong, don’t wanna turn into a lost patient
It’s why the flora on the paper leave a hot fragrance
Lots of sickness in my past, it’s in my thoughts plaguing
I got scars like stigmata, got me crossfaded
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