BLACK LUNGS (feat. SLiM STEELO)

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Bitch I tried to blow my mind once, but I couldn't try twice
Gambling with life and I'm running out of dice
Nice suicide note, even though they'd never read it
So I'm eating all my words with beans over rice
He's overpriced, f*ck a penny for a thought
Got at least forty fights, in a weekend enticed
With some weed and some vice, on the street by the lights
This some real Miami shit like DJ Entice, you wanna go tough guy
Please lord I need some advice
Think I see my demise with the fiends on the rise
Hoe I'm living on the edge, gat to the head
Got a show next month, and I wanna pull up dead
Lost cause that's what they all said
I put my blood in this shit, that's why they saw me with my palms red
I lost my last chick for thinking with the wrong head
And she just hit me back, she on the wrong meds
I'm at war but nobody's keeping score
Every day feels like the same day before
Three years ago I kept dope in my drawers
If I kept it up I woulda had to graduate to raw
Crawling out of rock bottom, shooting in the dark
I been smoking on some shit that'll make you clean your car
Shows in my head, and I even hear applauses
And the laugh track have you thinking real hard
Need a hazmat cuz my thoughts hella toxic
Fantasies of falling asleep in the garage with the car running
I'm not frontin, I'm jumping off the balcony and boy I'm not stuntin, you want somethin
I'm on edge, I'm smoking myself dead
Gotta kill our damn selves just to run away from debt
Get a grip, what a trip, everybody mind ya business
Fuckin with the sharks, leave you sleeping with the fishes
That's the horror, the poor get poorer
Cant buy a house but we got keys like Sora
We the cafeteria for shaking the criteria
Living in hysteria cuz poverty my area
Nobody superior when bullets come mysterious
I'm serious, a half blood prince so Sirius
The rich get richer, the poor get liquor
The real ones fall, while the lames get bigger
In America assassinating characters
Jits slanging boulders with a chrome that ain't registered
Still paranoid of mass shootings by competitors
And every other week one of ya idols is a predator, shit
That's the horror, the poor get poorer
The ski mask helped us get even with Majora
Pulled up like Jorah, got fight in my aura
I'll send you to oblivion, I know it all like Mora Bitch
Think I'm boutta end up with a black lung
Handsome, got the smoke for the ransom
F*ck a fan, f*ck a rat, and a random
Before I f*ck with y'all I'd rather eat a handgun
Going stupid in this bitch like I am dumb
Yo I think I'm boutta end up with a black lung
F*ck a fan f*ck a rat and a random
Fought so many battles, I feel like I need a Purple Heart
Who could light an opportunity up in the dark
Blindfolded, momma told me ima make it far
So nothing else matters, I don't care who you are
Or who you is, mind your biz, but listen to this
I got a couple commentators written on a list
I mean a couple common haters, let me go again
And let me go again, yo
I work myself until I'm chillin
It ain't easy wearing a cape when you're the villain
Smile like a medallion don't reflect how I'm feeling
Dig a little deeper, I needa get out my feelings
Like, baby can you feel it
The odd appealing, this an all around God feeling
Daily dealing with my demons, but with my spirit
I got the fuse lit, Dade County in the vicinity
Rose like the bachelor, you would think I had three degrees
Let it sink in, I'm the type to call the cops before we break in
Slim and Ozzy, it's a party when we linking
I got a forty of Bacardi when I'm drinking
I make a toast to the homies, Pop and Kobe
When it's my turn, you niggas better not forget me
Honey the flavor, every time I'm on the beat
We doing it major, niggas still in little league
You cant f*ck with me, censor all of it
Won't ever do it cuz y'all rappers depend on it
Every other word, I swear y'all niggas fill it in
I be switching languages, and my shorty Mandarin
All Star Dade team, yeah a nigga tampering
Bucket hat Slim getting in his bag again
2022 need the stars on the roof
Windows tinted, bulletproof under my tailored suit
I got nothing else to lose, got nothing to live for
But the ones that want me to live, man I would kill for
And that's all I need for me to live my day to day
Think I've lost my way, but the come back got something to say
Just appreciate, love and effort put in everyday
Stepping on the plate, time to play the game like Triple H
Cannot take away the passion, the flow, and the fashion
If you know my last name, then nigga why you asking
Can't miss a second, when misdirected
A lesson, that been reflected, with hidden blessings
I wreck 'em, I feel the tension, in every sentence
These bars bust like lethal weapons, it's all perception my nigga
Hard headed genius knockin beats since a fetus
That's a getaway murder, prints on burners like Arenas
This the poison that killed Socrates
I just want a soccer mom, so I'm rocking soccer tees

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