Lyrical Savant - SHIT SHIT lyrics

[Opening: Lyrical Savant] WHAT AM I RUNNING FROM HELP!! [Mogan Maker:] Get away I don't wanna do this [Lyrical Savant:] Oh sh** these n***as got me cornered better pull out my gat [Verse 1: Mogan Maker] this n***a gonna get it, I'm gonna reach in the waistband it comes out like strap and they stay stand and they stand still mental stand still they don't know where to go and im f**ing running I saw three steps ahead of them I'm ahead of them I'm heading any direction that's ascending anything and anyone I'm here before them I got here before the end I saw the end before the starting line I saw this sh** and I knew I needed time, I don't know that, I don't know that. I just wanna come back its not throwback its in the truck and im riding in the truck-back I saw the blunt and I saw the cop and he saw me I'm staring into the blunt and she f**ing talks to me [Verse 2: Lyrical Savant] I'm stuck in a pool of acid why you asking its like so laxative and i just popped a couple laxatives, Oh sh** im stuck on that sh** sh** and I, oh f** hahaha [Verse 3: Mogan Maker] Can you feel my fingers moving in your f**ing hair can you feel my toes cringing, can you feel me lurking in your fridge cause im taking all your bread and im taking all your cheese b**h finesse the f**ing world we step over everyone we run over everything like the range rover like a monster truck we so monstrous these n***as say they locness but they ain't sh** they don't ever do things they just say these things they don't ever f**ing do em though its like all bark and no bite all yell and no fight [Verse 3: Lyrical Savant]im walking on the walls and im above the ceiling never sealing always stealing mentally k**ing oh sh** are you feeling the wave that im making never baking waking baking raise up the stakes I want the fine stakes I want the six core meal f** I want the six course meal I also want that sixth star so I can be above the stars and I want everyone to see me twinkle at night when they up in the skys ill be right there sitting just chilling smoking up on the blunt its rolled inside out ahaha [Verse 4: Mogan Maker] tuck it and roll it before I kick the bucket I have to smoke another stooge I have to f** my b**h one more time I have to rap one more line I just want more rhyme I just want one more time its like im going back in the past, but im past the past and im past the present and I live life like a present and I don't take it for Granted [LAST WORDS: Mogan Maker]im here I got the gratitude you got some attitude you gone blame it all on some bad luck but its not karma its not anything its yourself cause YOU PICKED THAT fu*kING PATH b*tch Take it easy take it easy take it easy