Uh, I wanna try, but IUh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magicI can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at itThe Mad Hatter, the pump-packer, the mob thrasherThe purp mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractorI straight freak, so high I can't speakBeen three weeks, I still haven't met my peakLike I could be someone other than myselfLike I could find a little heaven up in my hellYeah, I know it never, ever end wellYeah, I know I always fall victim to a wish spell, uhLike abracadabraThe flow so raw, forgot to grab magnumsBeen raw-dogging bitches ever since I went platinumI feel like hell full of bad bitchesWonder if there's room in heaven for savagesMy life's a canvas, I'm painting in blood like a cannibalRip off his head and I salvage itHuh, a little too graphicAt least you niggas know that I still got the passionAs someone who ain't got shit but the clothes on they backAnd it's been that way since way back sinceLike I'm a killer or somethingThese niggas lip-syncing like Milli Vanilli or somethingI'm like Lil Wayne, I got a Milli-Milli-Milli or somethingI guess I'm rich and broke, pockets bountifulMy soul's, empty, so deep, 10 feetTimes 10 feetFuck love, it's gon' take more to convince meThat you with meAnd not against meWhere I'm from we load it upPop out and turn niggas into mince meat
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Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
I can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the pump-packer, the mob thrasher
The purp mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
I straight freak, so high I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little heaven up in my hell
Yeah, I know it never, ever end well
Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a wish spell, uh
Like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab magnums
Been raw-dogging bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if there's room in heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm painting in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it
Huh, a little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
As someone who ain't got shit but the clothes on they back
And it's been that way since way back since
Like I'm a killer or something
These niggas lip-syncing like Milli Vanilli or something
I'm like Lil Wayne, I got a Milli-Milli-Milli or something
I guess I'm rich and broke, pockets bountiful
My soul's, empty, so deep, 10 feet
Times 10 feet
Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me
That you with me
And not against me
Where I'm from we load it up
Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat
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