Lou.C - Blank, Pt. 2 (feat. Sika Deva) Lyrics

I got troubles on my mind
Shit is incredible
Weight on my words like I'm static on pedestals
(Grind)
Like it's a miracle I got a purpose I'm cheating on physical
(Tests)
Rally my senses got in my zone
Death is a fluke
Get off my dick nothing can soothe me
Except for dinero if gone I get moody
Got to go fast like I got cash money on the dashboard
Smash like I got bad vision on the bachelor
Streaming numbers like I hit the pedal
Lie to dada useless I'm Gepetto
Im a boss in making Deva's feral
Did you niggas finally get the memo
Im a boss in making Deva's feral
Did you niggas finally get the memo
Finally getting a grip that death is bitch and my dick got to kiss its spouse
Kick it like a hypocrite meaning I hid my shit with intentions to bash it out
Buried in Prada
My casket designer
I know it's indecent
But f*ck being humble
If death finally gets me
I Lived no regret
May my mother be set up
With plenty of checks
Upset yup
You had to bet Yup
Time isn't money it's death yup
Value this breath yup
You'll never know what is left yup yup
Step by step yup
Green card yup
Follow this green light yup
Pussy on red light yup
I've been fighting with anxiety
I've Prayed to God to fire me
To meet up with my family
On others sides
If you're sleeping on this city
You're a Dummy or bitty
Meaning you can't ever come up
On this f*cking side
Blank

We're cursed we're about to fill these blanks
Sika, Lou.C for the best we're going to breaks your jaws
And it's becoming so sore
Any time we make the call
Pedal to the metal
Bout to get wasted at the devils

I Pray that heaven paves a way
For us committing homicide
Blank ain't nothing but a sign
For us to live another day
May it come as a surprise
Beauty came from suicide
Overdosing on a plane
Getting high off my supply

I spit my raps as I eat my god damn cereal
In the morning
Bitches on the couch
Just begging for green
Spleen
I Carry the cross
Bring your ass back to that f*cking uber
Don't be scared this ain't a trap
Ain't got no phone number
Cuz Im a mastermind
I drag you to the top
I'll let the studio door open
Got everything you want in my back pack
Just let me tell you what's the real deal
See what you re gonna feel
Damn
I ain't Kendrick
But i got the tricks
The keys as f*cking rick Ross
Get down on your knees
I won't appear on late shows
I never won a price
Ain't got no degrees
Cuz You ain't telling shit
I missed it twice
F*ck
I guess it must be the drugs talking
I f*cked myself up almost every night
I hope I won't overdose with that shit right ?
I let myself drown so I apologize

We're cursed we're about to fill these blanks
Sika, Lou.C for the best we're going to breaks your jaws
And it's becoming so sore
Any time we make the call
Pedal to the metal
Bout to get wasted at the devils

I Pray that heaven paves a way
For us committing homicide
Blank ain't nothing but a sign
For us to live another day
May it come as a surprise
Beauty came from suicide
Overdosing on a plane
Getting high off my supply