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30!
Colder than them grits they fed
Me to rap is like to raves
with bayonets on deck
Rep my set
Sorta like and his clarinet
I'm in ya bitch
But she fantasizing
Staring at my skinnys siad its so
Dog I'm strategizing on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on
Dark nights tryna stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I get tired
the equalizer goin from green to red
Words that rhyme together appear all in my head
An i'm sorta like Neo with the code
Try to escape it hopin' the drugs a my soul
Say im getting old and times out
Repeating tryna figure patterns out
I never leave the house slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, and smoking haze
Weaving kicks and snares, dodge these hooks
Keepin it something thats overlooked
The way a goin might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling for money on my books
if this shit don't work nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs now drugs turned my life
An it's the spiral, Got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these a be the rival
all my idols
Took the wrong
But go back now so now let the blunt burn
now its my turn if I fuck it all up
I a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get now I depend on these drugs
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