lyrics:
this is just the way i feel,
i dont got time for edits
sometimes my life dont feel real,
and sometimes i regret it
sometimes i despise my mind
and sometimes i suppress it
sometimes they say i aint right
im like "no lies detected"

fine i get it, 
yall want fire like a pyrotechnic
no question, this is not a hypothetic
too cold baby i dont need cryogenics,
ahead of my time, philip j. fry aesthetic
head stoned but i didnt have to die to get it
but im fresh to death though, can you find a medic
sweet life, zack and cody, no diabetic
gordon ramsey way im spitting that raw shit
might drop 50 for a ring like giannis
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not that kinda ring,
but if anybody think of coming after my bling its * * *
lay back when it sing,
turn you into flowers that come back in the spring
rap draino way i clear the competition
and its bar after bar like im back for a drink

hey, wassup hows it going, verse two
boy i really wouldnt wanna be in your shoes
spraying on the mic like im fucking perfume
sick and im fly you could call it bird flu
wanna cross me better luck with a tight rope
i can see fakes through a muhfuckin blind fold
taking back space that i need like a typo
trimming out the fat i aint talkin bout lypo
say it with your chest, ima let it bang just like a silverback
i dont want no scrubs up on my team, most of yall brillo pads 
most you rappers lives going in circles like a ceiling fan 
even if you write your shit in braille i aint feeling that...

4lm0st7here

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