[Verse]
Been soul searching, a ghost working these flows surfaced
Explodes curcuit, exposed curtain, newborn purpose
Certainly lurking, the urge for me to explore its worth
It could leave your core hurting
Or be the cure and just ease
Bleed through the painful-ish that words that I speak
The irony
Feeding off leeches that I feed off of me
I dont preach, i just talk
About me, and my flaws
What i breathe, how i walk
But it seems kinda god like cause streets
Abandoned culture for the couture
The popularity, move from coast to coast, and disposing the hope
We hold for these gold digging hoes who bragging and boast for the show they sold, they dont really know, it'll decompose
f** your well wishining
If it ain't the team that you sticking with middle finger n***a kick it you my competition
Play the con position while writing up in my composition
The Abolition of the false ones and all the oppositions
Behind the masquerades
They hide, their life's a play
They lie for pay
Won't see the light of day
Them Average Joes trynna bu*t in (BUDDEN) but them words be hard to swallow
When you choking by the crack of dawn (Don) your body's feeling hollow
That's gotta be hard to bottle, no Ferragamo, the llama's lit
Black rain yo rap name, music I imma conquer it
Propaine the game, leave it in Desolation
I'd Bombed a nation, apocalyptic, abomination
Too illegal to be hurting these n***as up in the feedle
You feeble minded knievel's need more than hope from cathedral
They trying to hear the needle drop
Lost that in a haystack
Robbing off of karma
She wanted to get her payback
You tried to creating the truth
Behind facade but illu-
Sions (shins), it'll fail you and george
Won't help you prove it
The Wars, you ain't been through it
Pray to the lord, you dont look foolish
Them rugers in them just pics ain't sh** to real shooters
Ya'll Aggravating, been forced to carry the weight of the world, prepare for your rapture
Spread the gas, get the match lit
Send them actors to caskets
Free in the past but they actions burned em to ashes
Im
Adam lanza, finna empty clip
Them kids is playing the scripts
Just watch em hang on the tip, for the grip
On that sh**, they do when close to the cliff
Gon have ya begging before we get rid of you b**hes, and split
Spinning in circles, pulling the trigger, im the center
Won't repent on
All of the sins I'm finna deliver
Some try using me, confusing me , smoothly trynna maneuver me
To lose but see, the newer breed, marcos you never knew i'd be's
Prolific when i spill it the illest no doctor healing I'm k**ing the competition the king is up in the kitchen
And look it i did it
A hunneds rounds shot ba-
[Loses Breath & Laughs]