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Yeah I can do that (that's good, that's great) No we weren't Pa** me, wait, pa** me my headphones let me just try this 'cause I, I've wanted to do this for a long time but I'd never been able to Okay ready? And I'm, Just dumb enough to try To keep you in my life A little while longer And I'm, Just dumb enough to think I'm leaving with my skin And, starting my life again Something like that, I was gonna go deeper I like to go deeper (I like to go deeper) Don't tell me I can't rap I never said I could rap I just want to have fun (fun) *Inhale* Oh f**k When the drugs kick in *Exhale* When the drugs kick in Got a fever, and my hand's starting to shake I'm seeing ghosts, when I'm awake Cut my chest open, I'm drowning in my blood Think I'm going insane Think I'm going in-wah-uh Always miles ahead Getting head for miles Got kicks from smiles But man it's been a while (uh) Hit 'em with the bars Hit 'em with the facts Hit em with the stats Hit 'em with the racks Lurkin' in my shadow 'cus my lifestyle's lavish Use a piece over peace you want a piece of my palace It's a method man Why you seein' red, man? You wanna be a dead man? Or is that part of the plan? Face down in the stream so you get more streams? Kinda how it seems Uninspired? Well you shoulda retired, your sonics retarded You old heads you shouldn't have started New comers shouldn't have bought it Imma write to the dearly departed (dear the departed) Why you more popular now that you're rotting? Why are the singles still dropping? Why were bullets p-p-p-p-popping, when you were just shopping? Wow, you had beef and now you a cash cow (uh, yeah) Imma snap back, no cap I ain't finna feel no shame Better grab your bat Ride through the night I feel like Bruce Wayne *exhale* And the drugs kick in Kicked in (f**k) Keepin' it original Keepin' it on the record though I'm pro'ly breakin' records, yo I keep it fresh, oregano The beat is tough, I'm wrecking though I'm top ten, I reckon though Recklessly charting to-and-fro I'm topping charts on top of that I'm off the chart, it's just a fact You f**k with me, and still in tact? You must be special in my past That's sweet, Tic Tac's Tactics, I got the cash You got the cash, there ain't no catch You stealing beats? There ain't no pa** You pa**ing me? Step on the gas And now you're ga**ed, but it won't last 'Cus fam you 'boutta come in last Then imma c*m inside your b*t*h Her pu**y clenching on my d**k She only clenching 'cus I'm rich She calls me Richard I'm a d**k She takes all eight inches of it Ain't clowning 'round, the secrets spit Blow the candle to the wick Keanu Reeves up in this b*t*h! Keanu Reeves up in this b*t*h! Keanu Reeves up in this b*t*h! But don't linger for my sh*t, that's low If you're my bro, come with me to the top, let's go While I spit when I rap, man, that's that water flow Riding on these waves, ay, I don't sink I just float In fact I glide, seamlessly You're tellin' stories But that ain't who you really seem to be Excuses? Nah, don't tell just show Or you gotta go Why you payin' resell on a bogo? Who you tryna impress? That's a no go, you dig bro? Oh I know you dig, or you're motherf**kin' dead hoe Ho ho, Santa's bringing you a load of coal b*t*h 'Cus you is a cold b*t*h I ain't really mean that But you kinda suck at sucking d**k Nah, I'm only playing trick You suck me dry Pull out my heart, Katana Was in your mouth when you were callin' your man up Cutting your tongue, flick knife Blood is dripping, taste nice Rub on your pu**y, came twice Imma snap back, no cap I ain't finna feel no shame Better grab your bat Ride through the night, I feel like Bruce Wayne (uh) Yeah, I'm Bruce Wayne You're the goddess of spring We drinking fine wine it'll stain Then she'll whine when I dine and she's stayin' Pop in her booty she slayin' Pop in her box, now she prayin' she pregnant But I ain't mature enough to be a parent Opposite of selfish, still feel adolescent At least let me ween off the anti-depressant Bein' the best parent's an invaluable present Finna get all up in my face (na-uh) Now your girl's texting me, good taste (uh-huh) Mimicking the flow with the copy and paste Writing off religion though, why you diss Grace? I'll f**k a fascist, f**k your fashion It's up next, pa** me the ladder I'm up next, coming for necks Coming down necks, coming for cheques Filling in boxes with checks, I'm missing my ex But mainly the sex and the occasional text Girl why are you vexed? (Ay) Where's the hood loyalty? Hit me in the rain with a lawyer fee I see m's, I see the ends Na na I know I know I know I just want to go over it I wanna spit some sh*t You know what I'm sayin'? Dreams meld my mind You don't think I'm lying? On cracks and seems Like I'm living the dream (ah) Dreams meld my mind You don't think I'm lyin'? On cracks and seems Like I'm living the dream (ah) My life story has a grave plot Speaking of which, I'm diggin' mine Careful yours is right behind Ears open, don't be blind We're in a concrete jungle (yeah) And I got the special delivery (yeah) And I'm the best imma ever be (right) Call me Amazon Prime (yeah) Cracks in a broken reflection Barely recognising it's mine I'm going explosive like a mine Making dates like a Mayan I was rapping up on the stage Guess you could call that a word play Yeah I'm skinny as hell, but I'm eating these beats like I'm f**king obese (hey) I'm like a fish snapping on the hook Metaphor recipe, I'm a cook I wrote an autobiographical book, so I must be a cook Either that or a B-list celebrity Tryna enjoy the f**king longevity Of a career that ended a million steps ago What a tragedy (damn) Can't even rest when I'm tryna sleep I'm just wrestling restlessness Chronically overthining sh*t Chronic 01 is my sh*t Never imitate Biggie You could try, but take a Big L (man) 'Cus we just ain't on his level Call that a spirit level (sh*t) My voice my tool kit I've got saliva spittin' And laxative sh*ttin' On weak-a** trappers b*t*hin' Nah, I ain't lettin' that b*t*h in Can't even breathe and she'll pitch in Always whinin' and whinin' 'Cus she's always pouring that wine in B*t*h your words are so sickenin' You know I'm in public now, just picturing you lickin' it Picturing sticking the d**k in it Like Angelina, my stomach has a pit in it That's the epitome But please don't pity me I put you on a pristine pedestal Pedalling a vision of perfection for both and all Don't fall We live in a house of melodies Open the doors with piano keys Now the flow I'm switchin' it And the topic I'm shifting it Pick and choose Don't pick you lose I won't pick your pockets I'll pick your brain and then unlock it I'm taking off like a rocket Smile on my face and imma rock it Red Octobers, imma stock it Need some stock to make some profit Like a bull, an ox, like Oxo Add some stock, season for stock pots But ain't got no Glock, to lock and pop Only funky words to interlock As the rhythm drops Dare you make me stop Ain't got a pot to p*ss in I have a bucket though Had a rough patch, it was full of holes Had to patch it up, now it's full and whole That's the problem with your modern kid They find the tent to hard to pitch It's tense 'til grandma pitches in Replacing sh*t Now picture this I'm running up a vertical wall 'Cus nobody's told me my fatal flaw Nobody's told me that I can fall Now I can't even see the floor I not like Dr. Dre, the album took sixteen years to make? I just ain't got the patience Pay sh*t, pay sense, pay less, care less? I couldn't You're fake-a** emotion is wooden You're trying so hard, you shouldn't Stoop to your level, I wouldn't Stoop to your level, I couldn't! I'm a regime machine My nuts and bolts are squeaky clean Hand my some of my Sheen So I can maintain my-
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