I ain’t got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won’t feel a’ight if i don’t start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing , stoppin is like suicide yeah
I need a rest , but i ain’t a cop
I never stress only time i drop’s
When i trip or mess like a slip on chess
Like you put some lube on a saggy breast
Never second guess , get it on the first
And i reckon skets , all gon die from thirst
And ma weapon sets many dеaths on earth
And ma pen gon let all it’s thirst burst
I bе spellin dark with a c , cuz i’m flamin
So mush till i no longer C in the dark
I be sellin fakes the way they did to me , cuz i’m aimin
On cunts who would throw me to sharks , yeah
I cannot lie down i could never well
I’m never well if it don’t start to rain
I cannot tie down ma snail to the shell
It holds me back can’t go hard or insane
I ain’t got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won’t feel a’ight if i don’t start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing , stoppin is like suicide yeah
I’m – On a Cyclone
Last time was goin psycho
Blast rhymes on time ma feist goes
So wild on mice i might go
Extra crazy i fight hoes
To stay on point ballerina toes
Seen a lady ma mic rose
And ma feist grows Tsushima ghost
I never seen a hoe
That make me shaky like she before
That wake me daily just to see her show
Her face and spray me wit a sweet cologne
That lady’s this rap sh#t
I know although i seem cappin
It ain’t like me to attack chicks
Only tackle those wack wicked , trash sh#t lackin b#stards
I ain’t got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won’t feel a’ight if i don’t start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing , stoppin is like suicide yeah
In a relationship wit the mic
Can’t handle long distance sh#t
Can’t keep ma hands inline
Can’t keep ma lost writtens hid
Can’t keep ma hands to myself
I harass the mic and then i dip
Can’t sleep a damn sec oh well
Gotta jack the mic upcoming hits
I’m the next dawn
I’m the next on
I’m the chess god
You the best pawn
I’m a hitman
Kill a king then
I just swing by
Get that check mate
I feel messed up
Like an ex con
I feel blessed cuz
Now ma ex gone
You a hitman ?
That’s some sh#t man
Where yo hits tho?
Why you left ey ?
It’s obvious lies
It’s obvious cap
It’s obvious tries
Of gettin looked at
I’m endin these ties
Who got me just tied
I wore it for style
Not for suicide
They ask am i great
They ask if i’m right
Pretend i’m okay
Pretend i’m just fine
Pretend i’m a’ight
I look at the mic
And then i realize
I ain’t got no life , yeah
I ain’t got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won’t feel a’ight if i don’t start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing , stoppin is like suicide yeah
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