Lyrics:
fuck with niggas end up wasting all fucking time
Swerving on the highway
I cant really stand this state
Everything is fake and not the way that it seem
chill
I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (damn)
Life been really toxic, overrated
I don't feel appreciated anymore
By people I thought it
Who’s that? Get back, draw for the MAC
That’s right, that’s an Esco lyric
But right now I’m possessed by Esco’s spirit
(Headshot) Will have a nigga
Know some other niggas, if they live by the code
They can tell you 'bout gold, can't tell you 'bout goals
Know myself way too much to be committed
you get body-snatched when you doze
Recognize your friends from your foes
Or here lie, another one victimized
Left for The Fly, now what size is
Rasco..
Bout to rep the bz's nigga please..
[Verse 1 - Rasco]
Set the post, it be Rasco from up close
Emcees that's rotten can get the full dose
The hoes,
knock you into walls? Leave you dead in a hall
Or you gon? keep hanging in the streets with your crew
Don't ask me 'cause I know what I'm a do
But what
or bounce splat
Hold that, stop procrastinating nigga and roll that
Get the waste basket crackin out
Get the cock outta your ass and snap outta that fagets
Now they all keep begging me to stay
But I can't be here another day
So I drink from this bottle til' I feel numb again
I've been tempted by these
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds
won't raise
Your dead poem i rep the underground sound
Like Chud with headphones
Spit in your face, make my statements clear
My Chinese astrology leaves
yo, yo, yo
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
steadily shine
ikon the fucking hologram
yo, yo, yo, yo
[Ikon the H ologram]
another sacrificial lamb
is out
into walls?
Leave you dead in a hall
Or you gon' keep hanging in the streets with your crew
Don't ask me cuz I know what I'm a do
But what you gon' do?
That's when the shit got crazy, went for a virtual trip
Hopped on to a different wave
Nigga going through a different phase
Started off meeting different
hands the rest are cut off
I was raised by kids they both had some rough families
One of my goals are to put both my parents in mansions
My mother worked
let it out
You're only thinking of you
Another way I've turned around
Broke my life in pieces
I am down
She talked to me strange
Tried to walk down my
and forth was never meant for me
And the crib I made a home was never built for me
I just moved in cause I gathered by the scenery
Thought I was doing right,
forget ya, in my mind I gotta paint my picture
You was the realest nigga, Down South
One day we'll meet again, and I'll kick it with ya
[Hook]
an angel but so was Satan
Working with Otto, I was a mason
I was dead broke, sleeping in homie basement
Long way from pulling to Cait's crib
Stopping by
Could it be why my parents were never married
And I'm holdin' a grudge 'til
I'm dead and buried
Cause I never learned how
To forgive or learned
How
in my mind I gotta paint my picture
You was the realest nigga, Down South
One day we'll meet again, and I'll kick it with ya
[Hook]
[Trae]
For
and conquer
[Brolik]
D O S dead on sight whenever we meet
Wanted for murder what'd you do? I done killed another beat
Ash that before you pass that what is you
the door, nigga I was at war
With who was supposed to be my life bringer
The all knower, my nourisher, my aspiration encourager
I figured the fault's due
straight to the Manor Park key maker
I'm getting nine for the MX-5
And I got another
That I spit get played in cars that I lick
Dead him on sight, all
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