Thought matter scattered but it don't matter
Psychs lost, condensed in something that will splatter
You're talking to loud bitch cut the chatter
Like the quiet cause in my mind it does clatter
Acting like I don't pitter patter
With something that rat-t-tatters

I swear once in a while reality does shatter
Running from the law but still stuck in the moment
Dividing me from my niggas that's a large quotient
Feds still suspicious for that quid pro dough shit
Pulling us over like you really fucking know shit
Pound bag in the trunk the smells like oh shit
Looking at a four way mirror
Like we ain't both done dumb shit
Niggas been usin soma so much
On they spineless shit
Father telling me money ain't shit,

I guess that's why he ain't paid child support
Money changes the best people that tend to contort
I know for a fact I don't wanna be that nigga
Sadly I gotta be that nigga with a stack and a gat
Talking about these fucking rats that I hear
In these fucking walls around here
Termites eating the framework so I gotta get out of here
I been warning these niggas shits about to collapse
Like my mind state

I got my mind dead
Brain still well fed
The smoke well spread (3x)
Niggas round here serious bout what they pled

Eager to shed blood definition of bloodthirsty
These habits and tendencies tend to hurt me
Fuck it man you only live once
I always was called a dunce
If only they knew the depths of my mind
These mind fucks got me going to new depths

Shit, since you died I thought I was used to deaths
Just talking to myself borderline schitz
Me myself and I are on the fucking fritz
Neurons shooting so fast on the fucking blitz
Nigga dogging me watch where he sits
Chilling as the marijuana lit
Got me to slow down to a megabit
For a byte niggas want eight bumps

My nigga telling me cool down and wait
I mean it's cool getting slept on
But it's feeling like a coma his mother wept on
And it's feeling like niggas have never checked on me
Homies do the sniff 'cause they think
They dealing with heavy shit
Keep up the habit then I swear niggas
Finna start with levy shit

I reflect on myself,
Thinking of how strong I am by comparison
I'm a shut in not fucking with purified
White like some cerasin
How much THC I take?

Enough to knock out a whole garrison
My life the antonym of orthodox
Is published like Larison

I got my mind dead
Brain still well fed
The smoke well spread (3x)
Niggas round here serious bout what they pled

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