[Verse 1] Carefully calibrated calisthenics we're killing it Verbally volatility bottles getting vexed Sitting inside of an insane asylum Did you niggas catch that? CVS I swear to y'all I started off completely normal Now all a nigga can think about is death Walk up through the hood at 4am No gun on me, and no vest I don't know why niggas insist on being me Never one day if I had it easily Sittin' in my room with the candle lit Prayin' to all sorts of evil deities (deities) Yeah I said it Beat another case but this bitch give me headaches Overweight and writers block that's where I'm headed To the medicine cabinet where the fuck did he set it? I get to rippin' shit out of it now I'm blackin' out Got the biggest bottle with a glass of wow Through 70 pills back to splash it down Now I'm gaggin' now there's no backin' out FUCK I know I'm dead Its only a matter of time before I'm passin' out Callin' my families one by one & tell em I left em all a voicemail Then crashin' out. WELL.. There's a treasure around the corner Might as well make peace with God Niggas be thinking I'm a devil worshiper Y'all niggas worship opposite sides Fuck the world! Was all I heard *Maybe it was voices* I'm not sure Sittin' there whispering hints and clues told the detective it was all a blur Is that what this shits about? Nah not really, just 10 percent Ever since a little nigga graduated, it's been jail and prison since Diagnosed with schizophrenia, and bad depression, and bipolar That all equals schizoaffective The funny thing about it is I'm sober Back to the story I'm at the church Its raining now, times over Told the world "Bye now" as my eyes closed To hell I go Project ISO
[Chorus] I dont wanna hear a nigga talkin shit about me if you niggas dont know what Ive been through Sittin in my single cell beatin on the door puffin purp like Ivan Boots I will really kill you grill you mo-fo You dont know what I can do If you dont think I will, Killa Rella lookin right at you I might stab you I dont wanna hear a nigga talkin shit about me if you niggas dont know what Ive been through Sittin in my single cell beatin on the door puffin purp like Ivan Boots I will really kill you grill you mo-fo You dont know what I can do This is how my life go, welcome to project IsoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
