Omen, The - Addict lyrics

Really how trill is this? Emotionally numb so I don't feel sh** I'm gripping that wheel while I'm gripping on the hair of the head of the Givenchy model that is s**ing on my dick Sick. Pupils as Big as K.R.I.T. Throwing that fist like a pick I switch the flow like a switch kick flip to a lip trick spit demented like 6-6-6 God damned I done spoke too soon with these full moon flows that awake the psychos and demons As eyes start bleeding it seems I done turned these false gods into believers. Praise Jesus I see through one eye. One mind, body, and soul I seek gold in this spectrum. My mental prism is a prison I didn't envision the pain in this picture I've painted in blood And the anguish I've caused is severe. (n***a) But I'm still on top like veneers. (n***a) Recognize real when you hear it cause for real I still put in work like a field. (n***a) Bang (co*k it) Bang (co*k it) Brrrrrrr from really close range (n***a) The bullets penetrate at every possible angle and it'll break your brains up like Danity Kane I ain't playing when I take aim. Finger f**ing fame with my trigger finger Same frigid n***a with refrigerated flows thats so cold I've froze a few hoes unfolding the scrolls tryna take over the globe I've never sold my soul n***a I hold my own From the flesh to the bone to the calcium underneath I'm real I'm real. A real n***a to the DNA until it's my time to decease. (uhhh) Hook Everybody's got an opinion like Ass Holes But/bu*t f** your opinion like an Ass Hole They gossiping and hating why they mad for? These n***as must've forgot what you rap for I do it for love (You do it for pain) I do it for the n***as throwing dirt on my name Man I'm an addict for the fame and a slave to the game An addict for the fame and a slave to the game Verse 2 Materialism it ain't love But if we're being realistic its more of a drug The rush that I get from a fresh pair of kicks is above everything but the money I touch, yup Stability panders my illicit desires n***as throw shade while all the women admire In the depths of this lifestyle as I get higher It intensifies the drive and only fuels the fire in my eyes. The lies. The love and the lust I do it for the fame motherf**a nothing but Hurricane Sandy on a bad b**hes bu*t You t**ng on Givenchy so you better not nut I know the cash is orgasmic and lavish has grow to somewhat of a habit Inhabiting lofts in manhattan and traveling back and forth To these shows in back of black maybach is the life to some In my opinion it is quite cumbersome Cause I don't really know who's in it for me or who's in it cause they've never been inside of one Try it once and if you're lucky twice Spit fire and I'm draped in ice Sipping on the blood of Jesus Christ Vamp life man I was born a sinner man I was never living right Hook Everybody's got an opinion like Ass Holes But/bu*t f** your opinion like an Ass Hole They gossiping and hating why they mad for? These n***as must've forgot what you rap for I do it for love (You do it for pain) I do it for the n***as throwing dirt on my name Man I'm an addict for the fame and a slave to the game An addict for the fame and a slave to the game Verse 3 I drill em with lyricism I'm k**ing em I'm feeling real villainous I'm ill and that don't need to be said My flow exhibits the hunger of the underbelly and me and my n***as raising hell until we get fed Rare clothes on a rare n***a Rare beats get disfigured like ligaments on any n***a who ain't tryna shine with me Who ain't aligned with me. Cause I'ma shine with or without a co-sign from Jay-Z I'm out of my mind. Intricately designed I done caused more riots than the holy Quran I'm unsigned trust you ain't alone wondering why But for at least a couple mill I'll gladly oblige to sign Why lie man it is what it is You want a verse that'll be two k like little fizz Got a few bad b**hes in the truck who wanna triz And a bed at the crib where my mother doesn't live Unlike you n***as. I don't like you n***as Driving through your block stunning I'm a spiteful n***a Not a f** is given my wrist gon' glisten under any circumstance I am self sufficient so who really want war? C-4s at your door with some inf scopes aimed at your cranium You ain't in the lane I'm in I ain't even got a heartbeat I just pump blood through the 808 Muf**a