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Colder than them grits fed slaves
Me to rap is like to raves
AK's bayonets on deck
Rep my set
Sorta like and his clarinet
I'm in ya bitch
But she just
Staring at my skinnys siad its so
Dog I'm strategizing on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on
nights tryna sleep stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I couldn't get
Imagining the equalizer goin from to red
Words that together just appear all in my head
An i'm sorta like Neo with the Matrix
Try to escape it the drugs a numb my soul
Say im getting old and running out
Repeating instrumentals tryna figure out
I never leave the ain't slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and haze
Weaving kicks and snares, dodge these hooks
Keepin it original something thats
The way a nigga might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my
Cause if this shit don't work I failed at life
Turning to drugs now these drugs turned my life
An it's the downward spiral, Got me
But too scared to do it so these pills a be the
Surpassing all my
Took the turn
But go back now so now let the blunt burn
now its my turn if I fuck it all up
I took a while to get now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get now I depend on these drugs
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