Look
In a lost world and it's filled with false Imagery
And some pump fakers with some made up Identities
Best believe anytime I touch the mic I'm Making history
Flee the crime scene and leave your body like
Amystery
Your bullshit means shit to me, I'm Unbalanced mentally
Grinding every single week until I'm Announced deceased
Flow mad affected, f*ck around, you might
Catch disease
Me and my family comes first, ugh, f*ck what
Others think
Yeah, I was at the edge with my feet hanging
Off the ledge
Wondering will I be possessed, wondering Will I disconnect?
Wondering what the f*ck was next, is there
God, is there death?
When Earth's gone, nigga, can you tell me What is left?
All these thoughts that circulate as these Bluntz rotate
Cabinet filled with bugs that look like the Bottom of an ashtray
You don't know pain, you ain't never been in My place
I remember buying good weed off of MySpace
97, baby nigga, I was born to regulate
Keep your eyes on the snakes as they try to Infiltrate
Still remember them lonely nights with no Food on my dinner plate
Stomach growling, still grinding, I'ma make a Way
I'ma make a way nigga
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Look
In a lost world and it's filled with false Imagery
And some pump fakers with some made up Identities
Best believe anytime I touch the mic I'm Making history
Flee the crime scene and leave your body like
Amystery
Your bullshit means shit to me, I'm Unbalanced mentally
Grinding every single week until I'm Announced deceased
Flow mad affected, f*ck around, you might
Catch disease
Me and my family comes first, ugh, f*ck what
Others think
Yeah, I was at the edge with my feet hanging
Off the ledge
Wondering will I be possessed, wondering Will I disconnect?
Wondering what the f*ck was next, is there
God, is there death?
When Earth's gone, nigga, can you tell me What is left?
All these thoughts that circulate as these Bluntz rotate
Cabinet filled with bugs that look like the Bottom of an ashtray
You don't know pain, you ain't never been in My place
I remember buying good weed off of MySpace
97, baby nigga, I was born to regulate
Keep your eyes on the snakes as they try to Infiltrate
Still remember them lonely nights with no Food on my dinner plate
Stomach growling, still grinding, I'ma make a Way
I'ma make a way nigga
In a lost world and it's filled with false Imagery
And some pump fakers with some made up Identities
Best believe anytime I touch the mic I'm Making history
Flee the crime scene and leave your body like
Amystery
Your bullshit means shit to me, I'm Unbalanced mentally
Grinding every single week until I'm Announced deceased
Flow mad affected, f*ck around, you might
Catch disease
Me and my family comes first, ugh, f*ck what
Others think
Yeah, I was at the edge with my feet hanging
Off the ledge
Wondering will I be possessed, wondering Will I disconnect?
Wondering what the f*ck was next, is there
God, is there death?
When Earth's gone, nigga, can you tell me What is left?
All these thoughts that circulate as these Bluntz rotate
Cabinet filled with bugs that look like the Bottom of an ashtray
You don't know pain, you ain't never been in My place
I remember buying good weed off of MySpace
97, baby nigga, I was born to regulate
Keep your eyes on the snakes as they try to Infiltrate
Still remember them lonely nights with no Food on my dinner plate
Stomach growling, still grinding, I'ma make a Way
I'ma make a way nigga
Writer: Matthew Clark
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid