LYRICS

(VERSE 1)

Im in that bitch jeans 

Like pocket lint.

Dont question

My steeze. 

Now a capital S. 

Im in between the scenes.

Sold some copies, bitch. 


If this 2003 

Im on top of it. 

You get loose behind screen. 

Like your charger is. 

Grab the loot my scheme. 

Then im droppin it. 


Im making eyes bleed

The angel you need. 

I fell from above. 

And created a feind.


Deprived of the love. 

See I writhe and I seethe. 

The halo aint shit. 

Just a fido frisbee. 

Ill make it I will. 

I believe in my grief. 

Trainin to kill. 

I was born with the tree. 

Branches fall down. 

See im choppin 

Like cleaves'

The harder they fall. 

See I love to see em leave. 

And i brought an 8 ball. 

See it crackin when I bleed. 

I take nature pull apart. 

Thats johnny appleseed.


(VERSE 2) 


And continue

To fuck it up. 

Check next. 

Now the venues. 

Id like to buck. 

Flex less.

Thats an issue. 

Go write me up. 

Say less 

Then official. 

We fightin punk. 


Faded 

Witta pencil. 

I like stabbin 

Chumps. 

Ill be famous in a little. 

When im done

With bumps. 

Go and bang this in attendence. 

And attend to drugs. 

I tend to drink and fiddle. 


With some fear in motion.

Ill write you my dear. 

But im middle ocean. 

Man keeps workin. 

Still soul searchin. 

A plan invokes this

Pivotal turn and. 

Ya cant keep up. 

Then consider 

Book closing. 

You can suck these nuts. 

Know that sodiums potent

I write like fucks.

Never came to the open. 

This season is up. 

Know my draft stay coldest. 

That free agent stuff. 

While you locked in. 

POTUS. 

Im goated. 



I LIE. I CHEAT. I STEAL. [PROD. MAJZKLUANI]

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