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[Intro]
Night after night, the same old story
Day after day, the same old thing
[Verse 1]
I came in this game with integrity and a provocative promise
Stepped in the booth with my youth sipping vodka and orange
Juice, I sip it, it beat beefs and rocking performance
Mind in a cloudy haze and my shotgunâs enormous
Iâm mopping the floor with you dudes with legs that couldnât run fast
In the hood where guns blast heroin is king it never meant a thing
I ainât getting young fast, Iâm getting older
Now I got a colder smile than I ever had
Doggie Iâm a hater, Iâm forever mad
You never never never led and got a head that I could sever fast
Shout out to Ill Bill, Cypress Hill, and Everlast
DMS we ride the storm until the weather pass
My fists forever fast with combinations
An abomination even when Iâm calm and patient
Sleeping like a trauma patient
You claim king homie you live in your mamaâs basement
Iâm a knight at the round table chilling with God and Satan
[Chorus]
*Scratching*
[Verse 2]
These are the words of a manifesto and Iâm the author of it
The razor blades spit to leave a slit across your stomach
The wisdom and change are trapped inside my torture summit
They fall asleep in the tub and leave the faucet running
Am I a visionary prophet cause I saw shit coming?
A reflection in the glass with the crosses hung and
Iâm a young and dumb and full of cum but I could pull a gun
For no other reason, show you where the bullets from
I spent many nights getting bent with Henny right
Writing rhymes staying in my lame that shit is plenty white
Come on I came up and making it happen
But Iâm taking back, whoever thought Iâd make this shit rapping?
But Iâm here
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Iâm going for the gusto my brothers, I fuck it up for my nukkas
Throw dice with my right hand just a couple bucks from a hundred
See him paint the picture vivid like he must have been from it
I ainât never gave a fuck or adjusted to none
Holding bottles in the air drinking substances from it
I been through the dark, I know what it was to become it
I plummet, fall fall into the madness
My habits got me on my knees crawling to sadness
My ladderâs got broken steps mad at what matters
And mad at the mirror, I leave the shit battered and shattered
Iâve had it with addicts, Iâve had it Iâm erratic erratic piece of static
In every junkie who lives in a shack, peace
[Chorus]
- Album:
- State of Grace