Oh my freaking goodness,
look at that, it's
Tak on the track
I'ma need a witness
for these bitches to get massacred
Battle with my demons on the regular,
it was sin
I am not convinced that we are not
locked inside a dream
Paranoid, yes, but I'm fresher than sex
Rock a sweater vest and
a dirty pair of sweats
Nothing but net when I
shoot those threes
Nothing but debt to run the country
What a premise,
though I'm not a big fan of it
We got the kind of wounds
that surpass bandages
Just as sure as the liquor is
liver damaging
I keep gettin' sicker with
every lyric I'm brandishin'
Y 'all standoffish, my old standish I ain't sure of anything,
but I take chances
I got the dutchie and I ain't gonna pass it
Di mension splitter,
always a big hitter
My heart is on my sleeve
as well as some snot
You can keep the
Xanny, just give me a little pot
I ain't nothin' but a slut,
whore, and a thot
Think I'm pretty sneaky, but
I always get caught
I find a solution, okay?
Just give me 24 hours.
Like in a movie?
No, I mean, yes.
My neighbors tell I'm hookin'
up to hookers.
I was gonna get a feature on
this here beat.
That's right.
Then I thought about all the suckers who've
been sleepin' on me.
That's a lie.
Like memory foam, yeah,
even in my own home.
Disgrace.
Now I'm in my zone and
they want to cash in
Homie that's a bad look,
you can do better
Mega churches eatin' crackers, cheddar
I got the heat and I ain't talkin' the
Beretta
People said I snapped on the meta,
vendetta
The talent is
God -given, even when I'm sinnin'
Like
David and
Bathsheba, strayin' from the vision
Pull a 180 and reboot the
system
It's too popular to just sit and play victim
Hannibal
Buress couldn't match my chill
These lil' dipshits couldn't match my skill
Set fire to a pile of a hundred
dollar bills
Always been a joker in
a country of shills
You have six hours, but can't af
ford a clean floor
Thank you sir, I'm in your debt forever
Alright, for six hours,
depending on how you do it
I'll see you then, alternatively,
goodbye forever