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God? I ain't got no time for conversations with your God This here simulation always twisted, it's so fucked I know I lack patience, it's a trait I'd wish would rot Stuck beside the faceless, swear to god, I've had enough I gotta focus on me, told you I hold it discrete I'm evolving controlling the speed They know that Scar is a beast I'm revolving my thoughts for the cheap Stacks on me, tell you some facts on beats Got a few tats, in fact I'm the last of the free LXRDMAGE gang 'til there ain't no path on my feet (Feet) What you get when you mess with the best Say less, matter fact, take a guess Either way, either way, left with the rest Won't forget when you tried to gimme the kiss of death 2017, tryna make sign a mess Now you motherfuckers couldn't catch up if I stopped to rest Best of luck, I know you need it all Law Suited up and drowning in the wake of something you think you helped create Fuck the suppressants, don't need no prescription I'm lifted enough on my tangled ambitions I killed myself so many times in the past I don't know who I am but I'm still on the mission They hate pace when the pace get's great Leveled up a level just by hiding my face Show me your mental but there's a time and a place Creeping on the devil with a 9 to his face Did it all with a whole lot of work But I really gotta admit it, a minimal effort Is needed to generate a hate or love That some of the most plaguing daily creators are treating As one in the same long as it's keeping a name In the brains of the games Most dedicated donators, haters, lovers all the same What the fuck? Line them all up One by one, I'll slaughter them Let it fall to ash, let the hope pass Keep it in check with the foot on the gas, see it fly past Never been following rules, nigga, fuck that I'm doing this shit with the gang, we can't fall back Put 'em under another one of the hundred and one thumbs Times up bitch, say anything Pick your poison, drink it up, boys