Lyrics:

I’ll open ya intellect like a window, roping my center ‘fect into ya brain, glow start to ensue, when you, feely the silly passion, see the milli makers a chilly cash in kinda takers, these is not just some fake blurs, fend for ya rights, and, more the plights begin, the fights within grow too, I know you wanna just think about battling ya bullies, but what ‘bout been tattling, rattling ya soul, this, is ya own, ya cold as a stone, fold and go blown, crashing out, lashing out, letting others getting to discovers, hell, this hovers overs where ya dwell, a cell, is ya sorta pleasure from up to down, crap is found in the yard of ya mental house, from sky to ground, why we frown? Cause this been foul, arouse the Lord, hoping for more sword to fend off demons, I took the stab, as semens we wasn’t booked as drab, cooked and grub, for the hell hole we fell full, the demon took and grab the sword away and word, okay, he took a stab, I fall to my feet, all is delete in my head but redrum, dead from my sweet, smile style to the pile of the accolades, this shit getting starker and darker, pack yo shades. I hearken to the escapades of all this who shares, what truth, that tough, to go know and ya can miss who cares, for what matters, that shatters my whole silly, this is just a must for me to be truly gory, I’m null, I’m hilly, at random occurrences, I feel top, he’ll never drop, never ever flop, a plan from … what am I doing? Damn.

What Am I Doing? (Prod. Sc00t)

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