FTL_Sol - III lyrics

You are now in the mind of maniac, a lunatic Jesus Christ on the crucifix, p**y a** n***as better Google this The whole kit and caboodle pray you don't outlive your usefulness Slay you and clean the room so when they spray the scene it won't be luminous "Who Is This?!" n***a with the wings and the horns coming through to destroy this sh** I worked really hard on this project just enjoy this sh** Cuz I damn sure do enjoy your b**h If she keep coming around I'ma have to buckle down and probably just employ this b**h And ain't no telling how drunk a mother f**er getting when Sol out balling with Roy in this b**h Toy and get lit, or you get split Machete for your 'fetti settle scores in this b**h Write these notes, Forbes be the list Trying to make it, before I hit 40 and pissed f** the glory and glitz I just want more than these hoes and these pimps I'm on the road to the rich Try me, like me toe to toe with a shrimp From the North with a limp, of the South no doubt It's Mister Cold As Ice, I got a South-pole mouth And a South-pole mind, I'll sell a snout to a cow Or sell a dream to your b**h, then drown the accounts More loud than allowed, less tats than I should have I ain't hollering at hoes, less a** than I could have Let them come to me, cuz that's what I'm good at Stop by in your hood, with a snowflake no hood rat "Got Kush Pack?!?", been did that, "You smashed her?!?", been hit that I'm Master, you riff raff, I'm Casper, you stick back Ain't nothing to a G, going up like 1-2-3 Going in like Drake plus Weez, make life of that A through Z Day by day, I live it play by play Stay my Forte, no K-I-A Okay okay, it's okay with me I say f** the law, we obey the streets Command the strong, and slay the weak We slaughter songs, decay the beat Like Donkey Kong, I'm trying to invade the Peach So my life's a movie, one you would pay to see sh** me too, but lately three That's them other voices, but it's mainly me I ain't all here, I'm sure it's plain to see While I f** the world my parents watching painfully I don't know anymore, I'm existing aimlessly Spitting these written thoughts, cuz they're too cliche to read Like a bad poem, before your "I Do's" Reciting moments in these high school haikus So if you want, bring your bride through I'm ocean deep in the end like typhoons I'm all 7 Wonders, Winter, Fall, Spring, and Summer We doing f**ing numbers, your trap might boom "Got Kush Pack?!?", been did that, "You smashed her?!?", been hit that I'm Master, you riff raff, I'm Casper, you stick back Ain't none to a G, going up like 1-2-3 Going in like Drake and Weez, make life of that A through Z Tell 'em... See I say f** the world and let that b**h abort it I say f** the world and let that b**h abort it I say f** the world and let that b**h abort it f** if you support it, said f** if you support it I say f** the world and let that b**h abort it I say f** the world and let that b**h abort it I say f** the world and let that b**h abort it f** if you support it