Lilmanic - Blessed Lyrics

Yeah
F*ck it, f*ck it
In my zone
By myself
Go Skrr (by myself)
Yeah
Lil bitch (okay)
In my zone
Gon pop pills
In my throne
I've been
F*cking fading every day but I'm on the same shit
That f*cking same
I've been f*cking fading every day but I'm on the same shit
I've been f*cking fading every day but I'm on the same shit
Make that paper chase me build up a couple racks replace em
I'm californicating in the deep of the Cape Town winter
Got shivers from the packs I'm flipping my anxiety normal nature
Bitch I been born in Hades Devil in my ear want me to save him
I'm taking
My time learning patience I can't break tradition
Might break her back that's only wishful thinking
Bitches got my mind outer space not listening
Jam to bass while smoking DB
Gas front isle but bitch you won't see me
Pop pills
Smoke dope
Sip lean
Rolled notes
Breeze blow
Ice Snow
Weed Rolled
Wid your hoe
Deep Throat
Eyes roll
F*ck hard
Kids swallowed
Money calls
Hit the road
Hunnid scores
Wid my bros
Dirty calls aint no hoes I'm know it all when never broke
Live to ball conserve the flow those money trees don't really grow
Unless you know the crypto code then bitch know just how it goes
Money over all these bitches gon get rich get my 10 fold
Feel no moonlight love only lust she bust those eyes deceiving
Wonder who I am but she don't give a f*ck bout no one really
Well that's two at hand think my soul died when life took Lil Peep
Took Juice and Mac got me stuck in my feelings it's R.I.P
Bitch I'm in no mood I'm stuck in my gloom life starts retreating
My head is my tomb isolate like Buddha astral meetings
But the Devil no fool in my mind undermine my PTSD
I'm a one man crew but a twin Gemini inside this sequence
Yes I know my f*cking privilege had the best of both the worlds
That's why I do no dirty dishes know your habits set your worth
Materialistic but still a realest when you come out of the dirt
Go skrrr with the homie while I'm smoking on this Purp
Bitch you never really know me except I raised Hell on this Earth
Flipping packs behind the lines and making triple what it's worth
I aint soaring but I'm flying overseas in just a year
Set my goals now set my fax I smoke on what you can't afford
Pop pills
Smoke dope
Sip lean
Rolled notes
Breeze blow
Ice Snow
Weed Rolled
Wid your hoe
Deep Throat
Eyes roll
F*ck hard
Kids swallowed
Money calls
Hit the road
Hunnid scores
Wid my bros
Dirty calls aint no hoes I'm know it all when never broke
Live to ball conserve the flow those money trees don't really grow
Unless you know the crypto code then bitch know just how it goes
Money over all these bitches gon get rich get my 10 fold
Yeah
Get my 10 fold
Money over all these bitches bitch you know just how it goes