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I been working on my style, no guru
I will hurt you, no voodoo
I'm sick of my life cause I'm feeling like it's making me coo coo
I'm from 216 where niggas don't hesitate if they shoot you, 
I stay by myself rapping to these beats on the Bluetooth

I'm just me I'm living life with no regret, 
I'm upset but I'm obsessed with collecting the checks, 
Only thing that I'mma need to relieve all the stress, if you taking a shot at me you shoulda aimed for the head

Even when I fucking die nigga I'll never be dead, 
Only thing that's dead to me is these fucking fake friends
They fucking jumped me but I bet that shit was part of the plan,
And that bitch can get it to I don't give a f*ck where you stand

Pussy boy thinking he me, I'll just call him a fan
Ever since I dropped that hoe I'm feeling awesome again
I don't need no fucking body I'm so tired of they shit
Continue to sleep on me, you can choke on my dick

I'm fucking spazzing nigga I'm done relaxing, kicking all these flows chopping it just like a fraction
How many times I gotta fucking say that I'm not average
Just for you to motherfucking get it, this is madness
Remember all the days we was fucking on the mattress, 
I tore that pussy up, when you said I didn't you was cappin'
Now I can't be seen with a bitch if she ain't the baddest
You just provoked a monster, my heart is now a black pit, savage

Now my life is fucking dark, Black Sabbath
This shit get hectic when you witness black magic, 
The way I fucking rhyme you would think that's what I practice
Spent time following occult passage
Everybody tryna blame me for what happened, but the fucking truth is I was trapped inside a cycle
The same shit that turned Michael into a psycho

But when it comes to my life, that's something I gotta fight for
I got more bars than a 40 pack of some nice soap, when it come to lyrics I bet that you didn't write those
Remember some years back when they stole my fucking bike bro
Now it ain't no different, they tryna finesse the nice flows
Yuh
Yet I'm still too empty, I spent $250 on a studio session, they envy
My dick In her kidneys
I pull it out and nut on her titties
Try to take my life you gone witness a terrible ending, hoe

It's getting worse so I need to fucking pour up, 
They batting me dirty looks and turning the cold shoulder
Even if I don't fucking blow up I need this fucking money so I can afford to glow up
You know what, I'm taking it to the top I deserve to be on a poster
No new friends, I'm only fucking with the old ones
For a second I almost forgot what the f*ck my flow was
He talking that shit up on his story, nigga hold up

Go grab the mic, the pen and then the folder
I know where to find it, its next to the pencil holder
Spitting elaborate rhymes, so far ahead of my time, 
Helping me pass all the time, kill you from within the mind
Yeah
I don't even need to acknowledge you
Motherfuckers only want clout, and that's the problem dude
They lurking and searching like some snakes looking for fucking food
You too irrelevant, but thanks for giving me some views

Pussy niggas only care about they fucking shoes, but f*ck all that because I got some shit to fucking prove
They tried to tell me that I couldn't rap but don't get it confused
I could end your career before you even make a fucking move
Don't fucking play with me you stupid little silly goose 
I don't need to hurt you physically, these bars is killing you
I'm in the booth, burning it down is what I'm finna do, 
Set fire to the rain like Adele when she was 22!

Take it back to the younger age before I would grab a page and empty rage 
I can't do minimum wage 
Niggas need some bigger pay so I'm picking up a beat to slay
So fucking tired of beating my dick like everyday

I don't even need a hook because my shit is great
I love eating pussy I swear to god yeah I'mma clean the plate like we was on a dinner date
Looking death right in the face
Back in the day, me and a white girl bumping Escape The Fate

If you ain't know that I was gothic then you hella late, 
You should know by now this is some shit I shouldn't have to say
I'm gone f*ck around and skip town, find me in L.A chasing my fucking dreams 
Even though that phrase is so cliche

I deserve to live, no wonder why I'm writing shit
Don't ask me for a feature unless you paying me $666
Engage in Meditation till third eye is opening, I don't need you in my life if you only gone burden it

Like a uno card, this energy I'm reversing it 
I ain't got no bape, but I definitely got a purple fit
Ain't no more smoking purple I gotta go sober again
Journey into my mind and I'll show you why I be going in
Yuh and the beats is what I be menacing
I been crying out for help but ain't nobody listening
The only way they'll listen is I f*ck around and flip a brick
But I ain't doing that I'm way smarter than these idiots

I'm done, none of y'all is on my focus list
You can call me whatever you want, but I still wrote this shit
Don't get mad at me because you'd rather be a hoe with them
I don't give a f*ck no more my soul is already condemned

I'm engulfed in the fucking darkness, be this way until I turn into a carcass
If you don't fucking like me, it won't hurt me regardless
F*ck everybody who said I couldn't be an artist
F*ck you
Cunt

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