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Colder than them grits they fed slaves
Me to rap is like water to raves
AKs with bayonets on deck
Rep my set
Sorta like Squidwird and his clarinet
Im in ya bitch mouth
But she just fantasizing
Staring at my skinnys siad its so tantalizing
Dog Im strategizing plotting on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on chrome
Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I couldnt get tired
Imaging the equalizer goin from green to red
Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head
Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes
I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul
Say Im getting old and times running out
Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out
I never leave the house aint slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze
Weaving the kicks and snares dodging hooks
Tryna keep it original something thats overlooked
Way a nigga goin might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my books
Cause if this shit dont work nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs now these drugs turned my life
Its the downward spiral, Got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these pills a be the rival
Surpassing all my idols
Took the wrong turn
But cant go back now so now let that blunt burn
Cause now its my turn if I fuck it all up
Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
Triple X