Shrink 2

This pad been my therapist, this bitch been my type, this music my vice, my pen, my pair of lips 
gets me through the night
Alright (delay) 

I’m living like Larry is
Downing this water that’s clearer than Claritin 
Brought in some Marilyn 
That white(delay)

My temper is thick as the tips of them pencils is  
Show em no love this ain’t wembolden 
But run the score up bring a win for twin 
Right(alright)

Fly as the fuck bitch 
What you talking bout
you seen the drip,
Seen how I make his bitch switch 
Dropping the top off the whip
Aye 


Fuck wit me
Get up wit me
I been 

Deep in a pit 
Loosing my footing
I’m Reeking like piss
Starving for days 
I Ain’t eating for shit 
Obviously 
No one been feeding the kid
I’m gone

Pick of the litter
Lost in the meadow they calling the ghetto 
I’m wishing my niggas
Making it out of the ville 
Ebt babies for real
Bet baby the hills 
Is what I be dreaming of still 
Need me a lil 
Something in which I can feel 
I’m thinking a couple of millls

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Smouldering from underneath
Just cold shoulders, nothing sweet
Grown older 
none the wiser 
Hold my soul sunder the 
Very sea 
Realign the
piece of me 
My other side
My frequency 
Is low for appearances 
You ain’t seen me some in years it been 
Padded locks 
Never stopped 
Clocking in 
On the dot 
Ask the fox
I’m sly as hell
Slipped thru cracks
And to the top
I made my plot
Im living well 

Aye!
 *wait a sec* Now that I’m back in the crib 
I haaaad to admit 
There’s no place to go
No place like home so I’m tapping my heels with the dogs on them still 
way baaacck as a kid
I spent my time in the dirt 
Whether we rewind or reverse 
My pedigree aligned with the worst 
Ahead of me is moms with a shirt
Read tween the lines of the verse 

Now you know 
Either carried away or dragged to the gates 
Never late 
You Could place me at home 
It’d all be the same
Kind of pain 
In the rain I feel sane
I’m
not alone 
Least not in the sentiment 
We could get intimate 
Don’t be intimidated by my timidness 
Attentive 
Moving my penmanship across the waves of the page 
I learned to burn the sage
‘Specially away with the hate 
Can’t face it I’m falling my calling never did seem to remember my name 
No fortune or fame 
For the dogs who put paws on the game 
For the dogs who it gave all to the game
No one calling our names put it all in our fangs 

My super hero
Threw her cape away 

These old cartoons don’t even hit the same

Old friends go by different names now

Mama swear I’m her same child 

If only she knew how fickle I became 
While in the field 

Oh these Dog days hitting for real 

I made it out the fucking ville 

phil, the view of the hills is beautiful still 

You opened doors, closed previous ones to the morgue 

Still I get chills from before, them thoughts never left

My very success what I offer death

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Ma give me some time
I’ll bleed buckets and cry rivers
My sweat build a shine
On the kingdom that you wanted 
I’ll make it alive 
Through the thick the fire 
Brimstones, pickets and signs
I’m top pick of the line 
Come take yo pick and get yo fix
I know I’m mixin mine
Twisted n drowsy 
If I ain’t doozin off it’s up for yos 
Russian to the stroganoff 
Straight beef between me and my foes 
Always 10 toes blow the indo so it hit the breeze 
Letting up the window for my kinfolk 
They can hit the leaf 
Spirit guide me closer to some closure I won’t intervene 
The rites to life’s passages take some hurting
Paid the price in full 
There ain’t no deserting, pull the curtains and you’ll see the stage 
We always performing perfect the puppets pull 

Geppetto, just ain’t letting it go 
Strung along so long and therefore from a mountain to a pebble
It’s a play, on the grounds that you can act 
finna lay 
Like babies that’s in the crib no Similac on my bib 
Been big billy chasing, couch cushions acted as my pig 
Banking on my rivals fall
Addicted to the thrills, withdrawals
Come and go like ebb and flow 
Consistent in my inconsistency 
In my seeing y’all I’m ghost  
Like Danny the phantom toast
Been crashed it, the Lenz Fabric, you ain’t seeing much, my friends static, been had it with me, we ain’t in touch 
I live lavish, least I’m planning to when I get enough 
Fuck

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