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Woah, woah, ain't bust down the watch
I dropped a lot of diamonds, repress memory, forgot
Jim Carrey me, lobotomy, when the mess-ups all I see
Can't get my slate clean, change of pacing, stop to roll the flames I'm facing
Feel wiped out how I wasted time, 8 letter names that I've disappointed
Getting twisted, double jointed, moving forward, seeing ghosts
In between the sheets, cut eye holes so I can see
I'm floating through existence, juxtaposition to PDE

I ain't gotta flex, flex PDE the best, best
We done shot it out with the best, yeah
We done toughed out with the best, yeah
We done roughed out with the best, yeah
These niggas' ain't nothing, dog
These niggas' be fronting, dog
When it come to they gunning, dog
I swear this shit ain't nothing, uh-huh
Shooting on shit, that's a blessing, uh-huh
Cause I done came out the trenches, yeah
I done made it through the field, nigga
I done see nigga fall down when it come down to that steel, huh
I done see nigga freeze up when it come down to that room, huh
Nigga, slime been a goon

Eternally shivering sins in my tomb
Since the womb never told I'd be different, I didn't listen
Temperature frigid, God damn I'm winded
Low blows at high stakes, the pressure to not cave
I always feel misplaced and just like my mistakes
My darkest days, they beside me, stay behind me please
I f*cked around and did some shit, but that does not define my steez
I stay in my head a lot, I be living in a dream world
Where my neighborhood felt better, chose some different adventures
Grey and weathered on account of my endeavors, ain't no pleasure
Even if intention absent, I fumbled it, learn whatever
Comes from that, just before I fade to black
Hope I write out all my wrongs, cause I cannot take them back
And that's a motherf*cking fact
So relax
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Woah, woah, ain't bust down the watch
I dropped a lot of diamonds, repress memory, forgot
Jim Carrey me, lobotomy, when the mess-ups all I see
Can't get my slate clean, change of pacing, stop to roll the flames I'm facing
Feel wiped out how I wasted time, 8 letter names that I've disappointed
Getting twisted, double jointed, moving forward, seeing ghosts
In between the sheets, cut eye holes so I can see
I'm floating through existence, juxtaposition to PDE

I ain't gotta flex, flex PDE the best, best
We done shot it out with the best, yeah
We done toughed out with the best, yeah
We done roughed out with the best, yeah
These niggas' ain't nothing, dog
These niggas' be fronting, dog
When it come to they gunning, dog
I swear this shit ain't nothing, uh-huh
Shooting on shit, that's a blessing, uh-huh
Cause I done came out the trenches, yeah
I done made it through the field, nigga
I done see nigga fall down when it come down to that steel, huh
I done see nigga freeze up when it come down to that room, huh
Nigga, slime been a goon

Eternally shivering sins in my tomb
Since the womb never told I'd be different, I didn't listen
Temperature frigid, God damn I'm winded
Low blows at high stakes, the pressure to not cave
I always feel misplaced and just like my mistakes
My darkest days, they beside me, stay behind me please
I f*cked around and did some shit, but that does not define my steez
I stay in my head a lot, I be living in a dream world
Where my neighborhood felt better, chose some different adventures
Grey and weathered on account of my endeavors, ain't no pleasure
Even if intention absent, I fumbled it, learn whatever
Comes from that, just before I fade to black
Hope I write out all my wrongs, cause I cannot take them back
And that's a motherf*cking fact
So relax
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Writer: Mitchell Cappiello, Quantavious Thomas
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