INCOMING

Counting up a ten, when I drop the mac down I'm loading up a 'K, taking all you have now I only said a few, now I'm going blackout You only brought a fist, but I'm making it ring out There ain't no toxicity in telling the truth Really want a list of what you did wrong It includes you assume, can't improve, You a fake, you a fool ,wanna work it out but feel like I'm talking to a tool Villa, Spilla, Water in the pillar, billin' I kill, only do it for the thrill I'm popping a pill, now you gotta hold still I don't wanna hear you sympathize, you don't know how it feels No one left up, I got a clean sweep Deep sleep, no heat, running, gotta retreat Everyday a deep cut, when I see you in my dreams You don't have a clue what I possibly mean Bet my bag, get my scraps, put it to the pistol, wanna run my strap Grabbing ya neck, making it snap, gotta keep a secret what I put in the stash Have no shame, Reach for fame, tryna build a bridge because of what I became Worked for the name, ya sick of this game Think you're at my level but we ain't the fuckin' same Here to stack my bag, I'm gonna get up in the whip and imma floor it on the gas A hundred on a bitch, I made ya poor to brag When imma air the class, bitch you ain't get the pass I know you like this shit, I'm gonna smash the glass And now ya on the list, you get to throw it back You always in my dreams when I wish you don't exist Keeping in my bliss, now you wanna throw a diss You a bitch Why you gotta translate all the hate through a kiss Missing when you had it so you sit and reminisce Fuck it when I cut another stitch, wanna keep it coming Gonna run the body in the ditch, near the dock Running near the window and ya gonna hear a knock Loading up my weapon when I see you on the block Stunnin' when its hitting one o' clock And ya gonna hear a tickin when I'm picking on the lock Think you ain't slipping up, going off I'm drifting off, tripping, I'm dozing off Ya taking ya chances, then blowing it all Always actin' like dippin', know what's going on To lord you give a prayer, but ya lose your charm Hear the ticking of the bomb that you ain't gonna disarm Tryna get collected but can never stay calm Always more than just the voices when I tune out the alarm Run up on ya bitch like a frenemy, hung up on the centerpiece Ya tryna get it done, already dead to me You said you had it ready, with a burst of a confetti Dripping, gotta keep it steady when I'm gunning down my enemy Bitches turn to fake, when they said they were a fan But ya gonna be mistaken take a break into Japan When its shaking you awake get a strap into the van Thinking you can take it But it only just began Getting ran up on my foe fight back, ya testing ya luck and now hoping Tried to undone everything and ya blowing ya funds You don't know its too late, don't know what you've become