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Don't play though
I been busy tryna get it 'fore the day go
Ain't cold, tell me where your head is when the pain show
They're betting if you'll hold your own when the play folds
Zoning away, no stranger to lay low
Slow decaying, impatient, what am I waiting on
So crazy, shit is so insane, they saying I spit flame
Nah, I Spit it like napalm
H-Bomb, rock em
Bomb on the bus, ya can't stop him
Clocked in, bottled it up And I off'd it
I'm getting lost in my head way too often
Weekends short, I'm bordered, too cropped in
I kill time, I'm tickin, I strike fatal
But when I drop, I knock like .45
a sight for sore eyes, the visene a staple
Good riddance to your day ones
Watch a motherfucker change up to quickly
Shallow in your soul, the blood runs to thin, see 
none more than dead trust, Who's holding me up? 
Who's holding me back
You know I've been up, Ill always show love, and that shit don't crack
But when it's all said and done, no calling in,
Runnin' this shit till I lapse
I'll just tally up my wins
I see you going when the going gets tough
Cleft palate way they split
I keep my motive in my own trust
Those pressed with malice ain't a friend
No need to hold on, showing no fuss
Out of depth, they Harold Holt dip

No time to call you back
No lines are open I'm cutting tracks, run it back
I'm too focussed , I can't be snapped, like hypnosis
I'm posted up where you at, falling back in my mind
Bulletproof raps turned to scrap
Put a scratch in your shine, we collapse by design
Flip a lid like a laptop, had it all lapped up
Falling back two steps at a time
Who kept me in line? I was checking for signs
I couldn't prove shit to myself
In a loop like a binder, I was necking a stein 
Told I don't watch for my health
Whole head in a riot, slim chance on thin ice
Better cut another notch in the belt
Heading into the wild, I've been trekking for miles
Better dead than to sit on the shelf
Flow is knotted stomach sick, up and coming
F*ck who you wanna see poppin
Nothing but the dirt that's under meIt's bound to be something
Got the heat stocked and
Cut the tongue and cheek, Nothing's funny
Might run amuck like Heath and seize Gotham
The way they cut the key he breaks locks and
Thunders on the peak, you don't wanna see
Got lost in my ways
Copped it and chopped it, lost in a haze
Running on spot, putting dots in your face
But at what cost was I wasting away
Now when I wake up no time me to waste
Hot on the throttle, pace maxed out the gauge
Oh he wanna stop me, put me in place
Well that cunt is a drop kick
Get out my face, man

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