I done seen loss a nigga dead
I'm finna talk my shit on parade
I don't give a fuck nigga yeah
What y'all niggas gonna say
Came up with a pump pussy
Run this, run this
I been on the stove
I been outside for real
Came back lit
Birkin her
Who want me
Ride
Test of her
It can't fit
Guess I'll go outside
Pathetic

I’m walking they’re looking away
Made my home with two dozen I must’ve just fucked up the same
Cuz wanna duck me got something to say?
Pack out this bitch 100 rounds with the gang
Round for the business pull off with the take
Often she call me can’t deal with this game
Real in the field but this shit all the same
Pack out this bitch 100 rounds with the gang
Round for the business pull off with the take
Often she call me can’t deal with this game
Real in the field but this shit all the same

Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Ask a question when you know

Rise from the limitless
Who’s who, where to go, what the image is
Seen you in the ghost of my vision
It’s pushing me the most
Scoreboard, several disciplines
Corroborate the odyssey is calling me now
I been around it’s just weakness that’s been keeping me down
You pick me up when I’m fooling around
“What’s been keeping you up?”
“Why you pulling apart?”
Thought you’d known from the start

Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man
Never ask a question when you know all the answers man

Scoreboard the matrimony fitted for your highness my king
Don’t step inside the ring without a weapon and garment for the fangs waiting by the tiger
Woods heavy backs blue as cordon feasts gnarly golden locks growing thick nigga Steve Harvey
Free Garvey
Cleats dug in Mud cemented from the get go
All linen tailor fitted
Dung reeking
Mean mugging
Cold pistol
Called cletus when he invoked
Small fields picking cotton till he in Vogue
Like an eel this electro feel coming nigga straight for your spine
Blood spilt out the chalice eat the body till it’s mine
Cup seeming outta answers wonder why
What’s the meaning in the pattern play
How me wear another man's coat when it’s cold outside
Why the skin feel fake when I’m all alone
Didn’t know what was safe shoulda known
Fatal tones, life inside another monsters eyes
Ain’t mine through the lens that the ego does provide
So and so when he shook me for the wallet with the weight of death
Pressing fully realized cold gray steel, made me realize whole time
Labels own the power to dismember and impale, end is justified
Lost and desperate hopeful nature that the truth ever implied
Boy you're fake, so am I, and tested
Fake ass chains, just a necklace
The self is just a cage you been blessed with