[Verse 1]
See I know death is sacred and shit
But ain't nothing sacred about this 8 in the clip
Held by an ape raging
Full of hatred and an eighth of some piff
Make it exist then make it desist
The Lord giveth and taketh away in the same hit
You can't change shit
That’s word to the people he came with
Until they lane switched
Carpools to pain pits
Exchanging the same gifts
And laymen’s lame shit (lame shit)
Confused watching you fuse names with
“You got a destination?”
“This ain't it!” (nah man)
Massive, makeshift arrangements
Ranging from "Yo he kinda like a God”
To "Nah he off that plain shit" and you right
Cause I get ghost like Malaysian planes over planes
If you judge and play games as a plaintiff
These niggas ain’t shit
You ain't felt the pain or the anguish
The game came with...

[Interlude]
“So what do we do now?”
“I guess we talk.”
“Boy oh boy.”

[Verse 2]
Denoting the masses
Smoking passive
It's potent in passing
All my dawgs bros
Bros is Mastiffs (wha?) massive (yea)
Baby girl look like molten molasses
So I work her like aerobics classes
We toasting glasses
Pass is so open focus past it
Cause she either gon' split these Gummi Bears with me
You trying to go half?
But carefully because
It’s not known if she cares for me
She’s only one honest statement away
From airing me
Dudes bare witness
Truth’s spares, new airs like “Whoop! There It Is”
If few dudes pair in the trenches
Bossman like Ross ran with a new pear
But who compared fitness?
I double dared shorty to stick around
Maybe she won’t but maybe she will (maybe she will)
Maybe she believe in the skill or
Maybe I’m Dale Gribble and I'm
Getting red corn from King of the Hill but
How you gonna hate on a nigga for keeping it real?
How you gonna hate on a nigga for keeping it real?
Heartbeat is still, it’s still beating
But still I don’t feel it
Glass half-full and I’m trying to fill it and
Shawty mad thick and that booty
I’m trying to feel it like... damn
Her magic was fast-actin’
I was on the ropes slackin'
But rope-a-doped back in
Fell off cause dawg was lackin’
And slid back on the back end
He go where the green go
And where Sheego like Drakken
If she had his tracks blasting
But she ain’t have his tracks blastin'

[Outro]
One
Yo I I think I said it all
I said everything I was supposed to say
No we good on this one now
“Alright then you tell me why I'm sitting here?"
"Maybe no reason."

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