Head spinning , sinning drinking ain't a living
Winning at the brim
Neck twisting diamond grilly
I can see at the end
Exhale that feeling
My first line is grasping
Next fell the ceiling
After the walls finished collapsing
I ain't going out willing
We fight till we stop gasping
Oh no
Haven't made a f*cking impact off of rapping
The absence of action
I need the conflict to keep lasting
What's happening
My shoes got no traction
My soul has no passion
I've used all my rations
Understand it
The past has no fashion
Head spinning , sinning drinking ain't a living
Winning at the brim
Neck twisting diamond grilly
I can see at the end
I'm tired of wanting all these pills shit
Imma start wanting more skills shit
My feelings aren't filled yet
I need brace for a broken seal script
Where's Jin wock
We been fixing for a win shit
Scratching on thus binge since
Like last couple years
In my room lights all dim split
We dizzy spinning
On the molly tripping
On some mushrooms can't heal with
That glizzy grinning
Can't fail this mission
Make it out by being real shit
If you fake we don't hear shit
Earthquake I got real grit
Who the real ones
Cause I don't fear shit
Head spinning , sinning drinking ain't a living
Winning at the brim
Scotty wippin
We End the mission
We grinning in the end