Listen to the beat aight
I don’t give a fuck if they looking at me
Aight
I dont give a fuck if you’re west side East side
I only do this shit for the me side
He might
Tho
I’m a killer with this shit
Ignorance a bliss
Flick the bic and lit
Fuck that stupid bitch
murderin anybody
Who embodies sin
To the highest degree and
Propaganda
Straight out Atlanta
I been poppin off
No ashwagandha
I’ve been a star
But off the camera
I’ve been a god
Oh, where’s my manners
They done left
I done gave it my best
Just looking for checks
You don’t need a codex
I’m a keep it pretext
Like a bitch needs sex
I’mma put out my neck
Till These lyrics apex
Brick off
Break off
Separate from the issue
Now get off
My dick
Before I lose my shit
Brodie out here
just looking for a lick
Ooh
How many till the center of the tootsie pop
Is there still some truth in the fictional?
Or are we out here trying to be
invisible
Guess I’ll still be a one take criminal
Let me run you thru game
I ain’t the hardest but I ain’t no lame
How about you get off my chain
And put some respect on my name
Before I set it off and bang
Let the blood splash out paint
Down the walls and on the drapes
Of these curtains holding weight
Of every artist holding pain
Hella baggage ain’t no change
Broken homes forgotten ways
Still within the devils range
Till their fame just fades away
That’s the dream projected.. wait
Now you feel me now you see me
Understanding is believing
Now understand that I’m the man
I’ve been prodding at this dam
Since before I evolved to him
Writing poetry when I was 10
Wolf upon gravel road why do you cry to the blue so
I ain’t found an answer no
I guess that’s why my hearts a stone
Yeah I veered off course
Had to open up
Mother fuckers, here’s my horse
Real thoroughbredic (therapeutic)
Fuck the message
It’s about to be a Reddit
Fuck these hoes
Time to get off on a new directive
Fuck these trick tricks
They some bitch bitch
They gone get hit
Ain’t no missing
I’m demenic
My demeanor
Fucking evil
All sins equal
Buts yours pisses me off so bad
I wanna wring your neck with all caps on
On everything I rap
That’s a bitch wrap
And I don’t give a fuck if I make a bitch mad
Let’s go
Send em to the fuckin hole
where its never cold
That’s that fuckin prison written in that fuckin tome
Radar
Got em in the scopes
Imma hit em with the most
You can have your fucking ghost
Im the reaper
I’m the goat
Playing hangman
Got the rope?
That’s a question
Wanna know?
If Ill kill you
Idk
But im chillin
I don’t do this shit for no feelins
So fuck your story and your opinions
I’m a menace I don’t back down
If this was tennis I’d lay the smack down
