On My Image
Kryzi
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Woah, I got me a problem baby, let me fix it I got me some damage baby, on my image
Baby its a full court press, it's a scrimmage
I get way too fucked up in my mind when I hit the blunt
Going for it on 4th down, man fuck a punt
May finna be my fucking month finna blow up
And all I need is all these shitty rappers yeah to show up
Ex-bitch toe up, next bitch too up
I can spit on any fucking beat, bitch I'm too tough
I can't be the king of underground and then I run some
I just met a bad bitch, then I went cum dump
All this music that I'm fucking dropping, I'm on presidential run
If you put a switch up on the Glock, that ain't no lil' gun
I can lie to you lil' baby, I can tell you what you want
I can tell you what you wanna hear, I can tell you im the one
Smokin up the 808s, I think I'm blowing up my ear
Dope got me so drowsy, feel like Everclear
You ain't been like me, you ain't never fought tears
Seeing you up at my show, I swear to God it's worst fear
Homeboy dropped the fucking blunt, I know his bitch I'm fucking
But I dropped the same one, guess I gotta say fuck it
It's a bloody sentence , it's gotta end it in a period
I can take you around the world if you really mean it shit
I can take the THC and Nitrous I can be the bitch
I can tell something that you don't like, I'm still rich
I would say that I am off the drugs, yeah I'm too lit
Shrooms mixed with Oxycontin, bae, got me nauseous
I just mixed the bean with the liquor, now I'm real sick
Baby, wanna fly with me? Yeah, it's a spaceship
Bae, my heart is cold as hell, bae, can you just warm it up
I just know this people, we don't even really know love
Black cat, I feel like a cappin to me, baby
Where you at? I feel like you on something, baby
Pick apart my mind like it's the government, an throw it over
Every time I talk to her, she wishing that I'm fucking sober
Every time I talk to her, she wishing that I'm growing older
Every time I talk to her, she know my heart is cold like polar
Every time I'm on a fucking beat, I think I run it over
Every time I step in with my two feet, two feet
Look me up on Google, really got me outta sad shit
If Google knows she's fucking, I might go and get it bag quick
Fuck it I might sell my soul, go ahead and sign it
I might be the fucking next devil, you ain't flying
Fuck it in my head, baby girl, I know I'm crying
Fuck it in my head, baby girl, I know I'm dying
Every time I smoke, baby girl, I know I'm frying
Fuck it on my bed, ugh
If there was a faithful bitch, I think I would've counted more
Money counter on a fucking counter, it's not counting more