| Psychosis getting kinda heavy
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| Got me rolling out hefty, got me pearling
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| Blunt keep on burning, no concern
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| Wit none of that shit
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| I can’t bother, call me sovereign
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| I can’t fuck wit ya function, fuck a party
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| That shit outta my scope, I rather smoke
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| Introverted so I gave fuck bout non of that shit
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| Stepping side ways, you end up a lick, 40 Glock a make you hit
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| Stationary, get ya body split
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| End a up blurry clip, promise I prolly
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| Hitting vitals, this ain’t no scary shit
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| Unless it’s terry, bitch, ain’t no Cruz
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| Face melted, on some terror shit
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| Like I’m Harvey, have’em screaming oh Lordy
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| Tried to keep it cordial, ain’t working
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| Been kirking, too uncertain
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| I sleep wit pistol next to my bed
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| Paranoia too constant
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| Block hot as bitch
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| And ain’t slipping for shit
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| That shit not a option
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| It’s either that on end up a target
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| I promise dem bullets heartless
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| Like hollows
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| They just here for da soul
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| Eroding families man that shit don’t get old
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| But that story always get told
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| Right after you dead, but I ain’t got the time
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| I rather rolls some Mary, or clean ana
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| Just call me Sanchez, no fuck
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| For a bama, brush off my planters
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| Like who wanna get slanted, not a question i damage
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| Testing patience, get planted
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| Stanky leg on ya casket
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| Flow be stretchy fantastic
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| Glow been gracious fanatics
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| Got no time for a status, engulfed madness, tried regulate
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| Almost lost my mind to the shit
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| Had me caught up hopeless and shit
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| Now I’m feeling lost on some shit
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| Like fuck up off me wit stress
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| Found my home, and this shit dark as bitch
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| A different edition, I really don’t give a fucking shit |