[INTRO:]
Fuck it, imma start early..
Look
[Chorus:]
Every time I'm off topping, there's autopsies
& if they still alive, they all copy
Coping a OZ, the green burn like wasabi
I walk calmly with a army behind me
Gotta clear the path to find me
[VERSE:]
Don't try blind me by acting kindly cause it ain't gon' work
The label ain't gon' sign me
I'm well worded but too perverted
It's a double edge burden
I tried showing 'em my earnings now they wanna stop me
Tryna curve me
My nerves is hurting
I had a feeling these Percocet's just wasn't working?
Do anything to irk me? Bitch you hurting
I leave you so broke, you dirt-less
I've been rapping so damn long, I'm waiting for the day that I'm wordless
You urchins is worthless
I pray to god you send some shots, bet I won't duck 'em like Curtis
You urchins disgust me how you only earn shit when you discuss me
I been waiting to rap like this, I got...
Yea, I'm John Wilks in the booth
I pop pills and kill girls, listen to Earl
Swirling the ale, it’s stale but I'm still shaking the room
Breaking the roof
Splitting the runes between my goons
Yea we rotten, chipping ya tooth
We get to the roots
You mess wit the crew than you getting the boot
I'm a word ninja
A contortionist of language that was born in the anguish
I'm heinous
All of my life I've felt anxious
I need enemies vanquished with they head severed and served on a plate dish
Pump fake with the bump stock, You gotta monitor them ankles
I'm popping the plaintiff next if parole is off of the table
Habits I picked up on when I was a baby
Shit, I'm still maintaining
So I'm looking for where ever the Henny is?
Addictions continuous
Might not be in my right mind but i ain't no idiot
I see what you doing, yo ways conspicuous
You acting funny?
Bitch I chip ya dome like Phineas
Tryna get rich for my lineage
If something ain't broke, don't fix it
But if you broke, you need fixing
If I'm going to hell, well I'm taking you wit me (Come here!)
I'm pour a 4 while I'm popping like 5 of the benny with a pawg that's sitting wit me
Sniffing the Brittney Whitney, Linda, the Cindy
I'm talking to death everyday like I'm Mandy
My baby telling me I'm way too demanding
She keep the glockie in the fanny
I keep the pack wrapped up, saran-y
Yuh
I'm living in the valley that you say is uncanny
Like all my fuckin life, no I ain't never had no luck
Stupid fucker acting tough like he ain't never seen no gun
Like how died?
The bullet go between his bones and nose and guts
Known to hold a grudge
You ain't cold like us
I was popping them oxy's when I was 12 and
When I was selling roxie's you was watching CoCoMelon
GETTAGRYP the new cracker Makaveli
The felon, the hellish
Satan spawn, no St. Bernard
Always been a lil hellbent
Know the industry been felt it
[Chorus:]
Every time I'm off topping, there's autopsies
& if they still alive, they all copy
Coping a OZ, the green burn like wasabi
I walk calmly...
Through the storm
When I get 20 under 20
I'm gon' ducking from Forbes
Pocket the profit, give me more
Never dishonor my ‘fore fathers but if I do
Than I whip out my sword & I'm stabbing my Adams apple through the core so I'm putting death before
Yea I lay my debts to rest
I think I'm feeling faint of breathe, its about time that I get some rest
[OUTRO:]
Walk in the booth, I turn to a chatterbox
Aye, yall needa stop poppin' them fucking Triple C's
That asprin will kill you before the DXM does...
