| Tread lightly, I might just be losing my psyche
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| See zombies, they mindless, incited by hype beasts
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| I know y’all can’t stand me, you think that I’m hyping
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| Google me find me
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| There’s no defining
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| No jewelry, no shining, just shitten
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| Dismissive, been nice with the written
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| My pen like Da Vinci
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| I know this is cringing
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| The door off the hinges
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| Can’t stop me, I’m feeling so vengeful
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| I’m back on the whisky, been feeling so risky
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| Controlling my history, I’m taking your listeners
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| Fuck all that shit about taking my time
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| I’m out this bitch, and i’m taking what’s mine
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| Patient like Jason, your heart get to racing
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| Been silent like Myers, your heart not escaping
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| Admired like jeepers, my eyesight amazing
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| Rephrasing, your structure, auxiliary bitch
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| There is no structure, disruptive like havoc
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| These 808's tragic, can’t check me like magic
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| You be in a casket, you nothing but ashes
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| Feeling so-
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| Fuck is you thinking
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| There is no escape
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| You welcome to die, in the pit full of rage
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| My niggas, not playing, we breaking the frames
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| Fuck is a normal, y’all loving the formal
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| My nigga this passion, don’t wait on the masses
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| Can’t fuck with the calm
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| Insomnia daily ain’t sleeping
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| Thinking 'bout nothing but filling the morgue
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| Fucking with life, got me feeling so torn
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| Serial killer or work for it all
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| Or is it the same, and I’m working too hard
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| It seem like you thinking, but fuck is you doing
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| You slept on the passion, now look from a far
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| Lost family off bullshit
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| Them niggas off bullshit
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| I’m calling their bullshit
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| They hate all this real shit
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| Can’t fuck with impostors
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| They fuck up my vibe
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| Fuck is a sleep, I get high till its dusk
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| Come fuck with me now
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| Backwoods is burning
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| Come mosh in the pit |