https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSQvBKYrUPw

Prod. by STORM
Lyrics:
Goin down Rack the slide
Take the time to clear my mind
call me up I decline
way I ride no slice of life
that bitch got pipes
ghost in the pines
she said it slaps like
nice

rather get blazed and bombed
way beyond till im faded gone
spit out a serpent song
get on to beyond
im on your front lawn
shippin pack
sign here
hello its pipe bomb

FUCK im stuck
a sips not enough
my blood for the lust
and theyre acting up
it stings but its fun
were in it for a minute
till were done
it goes up just like the dust

etched in my back
wick and wax lit
red and black hat
the path that i cross
everything I got
belongs to the Gods
never gonna pause
till a motherfucker dies
whats in my palms
make a normal man
sob, fold, and crawl
on his arms
my jaw flex lit
the storm after calm
prelude to the bomb
lets just do what we want

rough with the rope
fuck me as a friend
too cold to cope
no pulse in my neck
holdin oath until then
she got me in her whip
shits so sick
hope the road dont slick
left lane trip
peel off face on trip
feel the bass so lit
hold it in ghost hit
realest shit dont trend
doin shit i cant kick
concealed by tint
I plead my fifth

altar where you eat
chains on your ankles
no feat
wouldnt touch your beat
linger on my leaks
I feed it to the creeps
lil bitches linkedin
click click spreadsheets
id rather be deceased 
finger on the button
grippin gold keys
turn a town crispy
shockwave sound piece
megatons make it fun 
concave concrete
display two suns
and ones on the east

Hands

my name is pronounced both ways.
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All art by Robert Gotham, Vesthetic4k, Fawlcun, and Me.

Hands

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