As soon as I get back through these doors
These whores will finally shut the f*ck up and preach more
Reach more
I'm disinfecting, spreading the peace or
Some of y'all would even call it treading my evil
I'm back, back in time
Time machine rhymes
Switchin' flows, giftin' hoes with all these seamless rhymes
I'm redefining the meaning of plain insanity
I'm twitchin' in public, my skin feels like a bunch of ants on me
Maybe it's the drugs, how?
Maybe it's my plugs, wow
Maybe it's the dozens of doses that I am taking down
Maybe I'm the reason that I am loaded with all this power
I control my life and I control who sees me through the sorrow
Sounding like your jaw broke
You sounding disconnected
Switch the script, I gripped a grip before you even said it
I can't forget all this shit, I'm an artist and a reverent
And I'm takin' HD flicks of my dick and I f*ckin' send it
Mad muhf*ckas tryna test my style
Mad muhf*ckas tryna vex me out
Mad muhf*ckas tryna flex and drown
Mad muhf*ckas see me stressing out
Oh, I don't believe it
I roll slow
While I fight my demons
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Recently I had a problem with the other rappers
Just remember who texted who when you sought after
Advice on the game
"I f*ck with your name", "I'm bumpin' Woodgrain"
"The others the same", "I f*ck with you mane"
I hear it all day
I love it though, so this ain't a damn complaint
I'm up in space vibing with stars
I'm on an intellectual level that's further than Mars
All these pussy boys been effected by my endless wreckage
I never come in second unless I am second guessing
Check it, check the boards run the 1-2's
All these father figure rappers tryna son you
All these bothered little actors tryna stunt moves
Just move, come through, I'm shootin' for you dude
I'll never be a crazy ass whack rapper
Bendin' sentences to make my pen move faster
What up
Mad muhf*ckas tryna test my style
Mad muhf*ckas tryna vex me out
Mad muhf*ckas tryna flex and drown
Mad muhf*ckas see me stressing out
Oh, I don't believe it
I roll slow
While I fight my demons
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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As soon as I get back through these doors
These whores will finally shut the f*ck up and preach more
Reach more
I'm disinfecting, spreading the peace or
Some of y'all would even call it treading my evil
I'm back, back in time
Time machine rhymes
Switchin' flows, giftin' hoes with all these seamless rhymes
I'm redefining the meaning of plain insanity
I'm twitchin' in public, my skin feels like a bunch of ants on me
Maybe it's the drugs, how?
Maybe it's my plugs, wow
Maybe it's the dozens of doses that I am taking down
Maybe I'm the reason that I am loaded with all this power
I control my life and I control who sees me through the sorrow
Sounding like your jaw broke
You sounding disconnected
Switch the script, I gripped a grip before you even said it
I can't forget all this shit, I'm an artist and a reverent
And I'm takin' HD flicks of my dick and I f*ckin' send it
Mad muhf*ckas tryna test my style
Mad muhf*ckas tryna vex me out
Mad muhf*ckas tryna flex and drown
Mad muhf*ckas see me stressing out
Oh, I don't believe it
I roll slow
While I fight my demons
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Recently I had a problem with the other rappers
Just remember who texted who when you sought after
Advice on the game
"I f*ck with your name", "I'm bumpin' Woodgrain"
"The others the same", "I f*ck with you mane"
I hear it all day
I love it though, so this ain't a damn complaint
I'm up in space vibing with stars
I'm on an intellectual level that's further than Mars
All these pussy boys been effected by my endless wreckage
I never come in second unless I am second guessing
Check it, check the boards run the 1-2's
All these father figure rappers tryna son you
All these bothered little actors tryna stunt moves
Just move, come through, I'm shootin' for you dude
I'll never be a crazy ass whack rapper
Bendin' sentences to make my pen move faster
What up
Mad muhf*ckas tryna test my style
Mad muhf*ckas tryna vex me out
Mad muhf*ckas tryna flex and drown
Mad muhf*ckas see me stressing out
Oh, I don't believe it
I roll slow
While I fight my demons
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
These whores will finally shut the f*ck up and preach more
Reach more
I'm disinfecting, spreading the peace or
Some of y'all would even call it treading my evil
I'm back, back in time
Time machine rhymes
Switchin' flows, giftin' hoes with all these seamless rhymes
I'm redefining the meaning of plain insanity
I'm twitchin' in public, my skin feels like a bunch of ants on me
Maybe it's the drugs, how?
Maybe it's my plugs, wow
Maybe it's the dozens of doses that I am taking down
Maybe I'm the reason that I am loaded with all this power
I control my life and I control who sees me through the sorrow
Sounding like your jaw broke
You sounding disconnected
Switch the script, I gripped a grip before you even said it
I can't forget all this shit, I'm an artist and a reverent
And I'm takin' HD flicks of my dick and I f*ckin' send it
Mad muhf*ckas tryna test my style
Mad muhf*ckas tryna vex me out
Mad muhf*ckas tryna flex and drown
Mad muhf*ckas see me stressing out
Oh, I don't believe it
I roll slow
While I fight my demons
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Recently I had a problem with the other rappers
Just remember who texted who when you sought after
Advice on the game
"I f*ck with your name", "I'm bumpin' Woodgrain"
"The others the same", "I f*ck with you mane"
I hear it all day
I love it though, so this ain't a damn complaint
I'm up in space vibing with stars
I'm on an intellectual level that's further than Mars
All these pussy boys been effected by my endless wreckage
I never come in second unless I am second guessing
Check it, check the boards run the 1-2's
All these father figure rappers tryna son you
All these bothered little actors tryna stunt moves
Just move, come through, I'm shootin' for you dude
I'll never be a crazy ass whack rapper
Bendin' sentences to make my pen move faster
What up
Mad muhf*ckas tryna test my style
Mad muhf*ckas tryna vex me out
Mad muhf*ckas tryna flex and drown
Mad muhf*ckas see me stressing out
Oh, I don't believe it
I roll slow
While I fight my demons
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Kyle Moran
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid