Truett - G's (Astral Samurai) lyrics

(verse 1) Count it up, bag it up Rap, don't pack Never lack nor front Not a kid like me Look at that phone no texts Grip stretched in an O Foot wet from the holes in his sneaks Beast f** with the collar then f** with a bitter motherf**er like me Life let alone is a trip to me Extract the dimethyltryptamine Took a couple hits and it was history f** it still in the blackness Done ever since "Let it Happen" Holding a mystery Now the floor looking more like an abyss to me Chase the dragon Pounce Pick up a pack of the flour and count (One flower, two flower) Yeah Break it down by the ounce, yeah (chorus) Pen and tie wanna wait, sit Guilty by affiliation Handle mine all the weight sit Drawin cards boi i fill the ace in (verse 2) Astral samurai wearing cosmic armor Shaded edges to the cosmogramma Squishing matter blow the universe up Need the bank account like comma comma comma b**h we dated we vimeo Might sweep your feet when it's hitting you I feel it shaking my pineal Just copped a pack of the medical roll a couple burn em all at centennial ey Psylocin sit in my retinals if you gon beat me you better send ten of you Funny still not at the pinnical f** with the kid if he letting you f** with the kid (x3) No chance b**h Pen and tie wanna wait sit Guilty by affiliation (chorus)