[Verse 1]
Showing low tier, I can see in what you pull
Well I got no fear, all your pointers getting dull
No bitch wanna fuck you, they don’t wanna love you
Lack of a backbone, they don’t wanna trust you
Calling me up but don’t answer the phone
When you wanna say shit, say it after the tone
Inbox ful,l let em' fucking ring ring
Buzzing at my damn door, dead like a bee sting
Got a couple bottles from the back of save mart
Then I checked out and went to the fuckin' skate park
Slide on my side, now my bruise turning purple
Shots in the back, now my guts turn and curdle
Gat motherfucker with the strap motherfucker
You’re the same skin tone and you’re shooting one another
Well the stats say rising rate of homicide
You should post up here if you’re done and wanna die
[Chorus]
Laughing in my absence, been getting bad to manage
Picking up these fragments before I got these habits
Laughing in my absence, been getting bad to manage
Picking up these fragments before I got these habits
[Verse 2]
Been too fucking busy, I’ve been mixing and mastering
I don’t got the time to talk, can’t do chitter and chattering
Tar in my lungs like a total roadblock
No breaths I will take go to make the growth stop
Got em' locked up for a small and petty crime
All their stocks going up, made a tall and steady climb
Serving such time, made a job outta' cons
And the work they did for their green cut lawns
Sketch a suspect, turn into a fucking scribble
Made a couple of these deals, putting me into the middle
On a new flow, on a new frontier
Can’t find where to go, well that stayed unclear
Your music is suffering, you sound generic
So trapped in a box and there’s no evolution
Numbers are buffering, you the hysteric
You fear for attention with no execution
Showing low tier, I can see in what you pull
Well I got no fear, all your pointers getting dull
No bitch wanna fuck you, they don’t wanna love you
Lack of a backbone, they don’t wanna trust you
Calling me up but don’t answer the phone
When you wanna say shit, say it after the tone
Inbox ful,l let em' fucking ring ring
Buzzing at my damn door, dead like a bee sting
Got a couple bottles from the back of save mart
Then I checked out and went to the fuckin' skate park
Slide on my side, now my bruise turning purple
Shots in the back, now my guts turn and curdle
Gat motherfucker with the strap motherfucker
You’re the same skin tone and you’re shooting one another
Well the stats say rising rate of homicide
You should post up here if you’re done and wanna die
[Chorus]
Laughing in my absence, been getting bad to manage
Picking up these fragments before I got these habits
Laughing in my absence, been getting bad to manage
Picking up these fragments before I got these habits
[Verse 2]
Been too fucking busy, I’ve been mixing and mastering
I don’t got the time to talk, can’t do chitter and chattering
Tar in my lungs like a total roadblock
No breaths I will take go to make the growth stop
Got em' locked up for a small and petty crime
All their stocks going up, made a tall and steady climb
Serving such time, made a job outta' cons
And the work they did for their green cut lawns
Sketch a suspect, turn into a fucking scribble
Made a couple of these deals, putting me into the middle
On a new flow, on a new frontier
Can’t find where to go, well that stayed unclear
Your music is suffering, you sound generic
So trapped in a box and there’s no evolution
Numbers are buffering, you the hysteric
You fear for attention with no execution
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