No more Vices

Oh wait the beat started

My bad

Dont leave me alone

Dont have any vices

Just slices of Cake

I cant eat cause my plate

Is too full like my phone

Had to get baked

Just to be in my zone

They served me like Waiters

Now im done with the clones

Just planting seeds of success

Ironic this day No son that I own

See people as ownership problem

Itself and they're thinking its less

Just making it known I could rob em

Take her out of that dress

Call it gothem City I guess,

cause her kitties pierced Like Morgan

Absorbing that hate like the color you hate

Reflecting names in a pool like a morgue

Destroying our organs

Do the most on a bitch hear music

I pipe like an organist

Twisted ass Joints cotortionist

Quitting the point of my warning

Not my fault if you weren't subordinate

Nevermind bro that bitch not important

Soon as I typed she slid a coordinate

Even with money in shortages

Shorties killing for Forties

Only in Thirties so Thirsty

They always want more of It

Dirty Shirley came on her temple

No La Brava we not playing gentle

Lava spit at these larva my mental

Bugs me how I Harvest This Metal

A moth to a flame holding that Iron

Man i cant settle i earned every instrumental

They still wanna start with me

Not even a spark Tony Stark with me

How i spied in advance load the cartridge

Boy not a game you wont live, Dance

When it rips through your cartilage

They say i dont have a heart to Give

So I take what I get in this Hardship!