might be introverted, But when im workin, i do it perfect
Keep ya eyes averted, Im shining with brightness yeah im burnin
An My surface,Hot like a furnace, that going full throttle
Eyes blurring im in that bottle An all ah my words been slurring

Got my speakers beating,im screaming im mashing, an tires skirting
Pop another xan an then them bitches got me extroverted
See them hataz lurking, they trouble stirring,my name they cursing
All Them words im spitting, im tryna get it im hella thirsty

My cousin got them perks in,im thinking, i wonder if its worth it
If this honest earning,quit working, ill go get it dirty
back to serving all them them percocets If my pockets hurting
Preacher preached the sermon,named lawrence bishop, i barely listened

Was up in them churches,chasing bitches that was extra virgin
Wish i paid attention to bible verses, god grant me mercy,
Damn son,take off my jersey, pray my game not ended early
Hope im not burning but heaven worthy,see them, gates that pearly


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I go dumb as fuck, an im fresh as fuck, an dont give a fuck
Go an get some bucks, wit my homie, an then i run it up
Tryna scrounce that dirty money, up outta that mud and muck
Baby mama said im unlovable, tell her shut it up

Come an suck it up, ima bust a nut,duck an run
Lean and mt dew in my double cup that that brown syrup
In that chevy truck, an im drunk as fuck an my speakers up
Nobody gave me none,just look me up,i made my own luck,

Im suicidal, just hoping my homeboy, win his trial
My warriors stay up in them courts, fa shooting them rifles
Im tryna smile, rebel yell,like billy idol
Tryna run wit me,get the run around, spinning vinyl

Ima monster,with mobsters,gimme propers, or ill call them bombers
Hit the block with them choppers, eating houses up like whoppers
Got it on lock like its lockers,like my last name is dahmer
Yo daughter she slobber on my dick calling me her papa

What the fuck you thank, im blowing, that fucking dank
That loud weed stank,smell it a mile away
Wit money money gang,go an do that money thang
Talk that money slang, thats all we fucking say

All the fucking way, to that, mothafuckin bank
Got them speakers turned up an the trunk finna break
Them 808s in that fuckin coupe cranked
Got more propain flames worked up than that one dude hank