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I could live a lie and drown my sorrows in some ace or spades
Surely I would rather get paid stacking accolades
I'm wide awake made mistakes now my chest aches
Run it, never stops the paper chase me when I caught the brakes
Drop my mind stay locked down, held in place
Latch the keys away, a class acts got glass beads in his airways
Shit done turned me into a monster anyway
So please back the fuck up off my driveway, not today
I'll go ghost coming back and tracing, pussy niggas do the most
Sliding like snakes
You better turn your volume up, and fucking say it to my face
I've got knives in my back, and these fakes call my name
I don't need to give you any reason, huh
You know I don't care about your feelings, yuh
All the talk is scheming, it doesn't bother us
We're fucking glad you're leaving, it's relieving us
No one could tell me nothing, not even teachers
I sat back and did some research
Now they shaking like a seizure
All these non-believers see us
I been more than eager
You might smell us before ya see us
We got that loud as the speakers
Slide n' dashing, splashing, hit my mattress, smells like cannabis
Acting like I'm damaged, I'm the savage with the baddest chick
Flows coat, did it on accident
Rambling and ravaging through cabinets since I was 10
Now I'm older this shits easy to manifest
I'm slightly anxious, but the Lxrd knows calculus
It's 6A.M. tell me where the fuck my passion is
I couldn't give a flying fuck about a passing trend
Disregarding anyone, and beg your pardon over working
Since I started as a [?], think I lost it, [?]
[?] on my brain, I think I need a coffee, empty carton
Jungle in my head, not a pleasant God, afraid I'm not one
Now their heads stuck, but I tripped and hit the panic button
Yea, I tripped and hit the panic button
Tats all on my skin, it's a sin if my Dad's looking
Made his eyes roll back like he's mad or sum'
On this Godly flow, that shit you hardly know
Came up from the dirt, that's why we fuck with all these army coats
[?], I can feel blood in my throat
[?], I rack it up, pussy roll
Never been crashing, or out of control
Celebrate, I can [?] small change
I'm so fucking glad I turned the other way
Right now my ego is slightly overrate
I'm surprised I fit inside a doorway
Heaven's sake, I can get you paid if you wanna wait
They can make you famous in the present day
Sitting on my business, it's not on display
But the digits looking like a number plate
Going off, going off, yea
This is off the tongue
Yea, going off, going off
Aye aye I said it's off the tongue
Going off Going off, yea this off the tongue
Aye, it's going off, yea it's going off
Yea, what