Carbon Dioxide (feat. Brevin Kim)

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Had to switch my style up
Carbon copy bodies start to pile up
Sell they soul like that fucker dialed up
Sell my soul prolly too, be honest
Pivot foot still a perfect spiral
Walk a tight rope just to go viral 
I'm the pilot
Can't deny shit
No matter the ink, no matter how you file it
10+ in 
Came thru, re-styled shit
Lotta drivin but i don't boast my mileage
Spread a bitch like a Windows virus
Cut a wrist but i'm talkin myself
Big ass talk a lot of pussies wilin 
Dye that wig, that shit ain't make you violent 
What you tote up under under garments
Cell phone clip I fuckn promise
Pistol sit up under on your eyelash
Bellyaching like you billie eilish 
Poppin pills when you feelin like it
Fill a cup when you feelin like it
Poppin shit cause I fuckn need it
Everybody got fake demons
Now everybody got fake demons
I'm barely breathin just tryna survive shit

Oh I sing so I can't do rap now
Pluck the strings so I can't do trap now
Been a rapper 15 years back now
Pussies talkin you aint know my background
Think im happy cause of the beach in the back now?
Think them colors a gon erase my blackout?
I blow my brains before I blow my back out

Whole lotta pain like a double up
Ain't too concerned bout a double cup
Talk to myself then I f*ck it up
Heavy chest but got a lotta love

A lotta love
A lotta love
But its not enough
It's not enough
Gotta run

Head been heavy as of lately
A couple dribbles and a lotta changes
Voices telling me to rearrange shit
Wallpaper tell me re paint it
All paper got my head tainted
I hope that money don't change me

They look simple with they cash dog
I don't need you when my bones start to cast of
I don't need

Put that where it all began
I miss everything, I won't ever speak again
Come pretend, f*ck boy never come correct
Burning in my head
Burning to the sound of it

Why do you f*ck with my set
Keepin it all in my chest,
I don't give none of my bag
Still ain't got over my past
Still ain't got over my past

I been attacked
All in his head
You never there
Popping em back
Killing them dead
Hope for the best
Hiding them checks
Don't give a chance
I ain't giving them a chance
I ain't giving them a chance

I got more problems than I wanted, I been got it, never shot it
Might get bothered, might just cop, maybe pop it
Cut your profit, microscopic, heavy pockets
Barely process, love been honest 
I'm the villain, victim, system fix em, got em in they pocket

They look simple with they cash dog
I don't need you when my bones start to cast off
I don't need ya

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