[Intro]
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for that bullshit
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullshit
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullshit
[Verse: SXMPRA]
Bitch my mind is fuckin’ twisted
Can't step, don't step back, but thank God for this
And that shit dip my teeth like a snake
Made no shit, and then fuckin' hissed it
Did them motherfuckers all bad, thinkin' they's all dead
Get the fuck up off my face, them motherfuckers 'bout to get mad
That's bad, I'm back, hit 'em in the back cad
Don't be give a fuck, them motherfuckers all dead
Dax like, "Boo, boo, what they do?"
Creep up with the fuckin’ tomb
Flesh is fallin’ off my bones, I'm creepin' down
Sounds like I'm through
I'm through with these hectic motherfuckas, gimme something new
Spendin' one dollar can turn them into a million [?] evidence
I can fear the changes and I'm starting to see
My path illuminated iridescent under my feet
The way I walk, talk, chalked up to what I have seen
I'm being taught between regret and the man that I wanna be
I just one push overlooking the edge
Staring at the ceiling and the wall with my head
It's screams on sent texts blowin' up causing death
I'm just a twisted motherfucker, always being misread
Sippin' all this liquor, my liver will start to quiver
I shiver when I deliver, my innocence at the brink
The, the, the ranks I sit and spit at the victim
My friends are wishing I listen to what I'm giving them, giving them but the- (Vision)
I've been doing that, I don't know if I'm supposed to
But I'm about to make it, I'm about to suffer
I don't really give a fuck, I'm about to rush
I've done my time, didn't remember that I got time
I've done my time, I got that bad time
Michael Myers in the street, I'm listening
You see, powerful identities
We are together, make fear of the highest
Our silence is deafening
Sxmpra spitting rays I ain't playin' no games
This be 64 bars straight up at yo face
Ain't no runnin' or coming up, aiming straight with the pace
I got that ice-cold style, homie, we ain’t the same
I'm a young motherfucka but I know what I seen
I got the mind of a menace, mane you know how it be
And all you little brittle bitches that be speakin' with keys
You better think twice before you waste your time I do this with ease
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for that bullshit
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullshit
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullshit
[Verse: SXMPRA]
Bitch my mind is fuckin’ twisted
Can't step, don't step back, but thank God for this
And that shit dip my teeth like a snake
Made no shit, and then fuckin' hissed it
Did them motherfuckers all bad, thinkin' they's all dead
Get the fuck up off my face, them motherfuckers 'bout to get mad
That's bad, I'm back, hit 'em in the back cad
Don't be give a fuck, them motherfuckers all dead
Dax like, "Boo, boo, what they do?"
Creep up with the fuckin’ tomb
Flesh is fallin’ off my bones, I'm creepin' down
Sounds like I'm through
I'm through with these hectic motherfuckas, gimme something new
Spendin' one dollar can turn them into a million [?] evidence
I can fear the changes and I'm starting to see
My path illuminated iridescent under my feet
The way I walk, talk, chalked up to what I have seen
I'm being taught between regret and the man that I wanna be
I just one push overlooking the edge
Staring at the ceiling and the wall with my head
It's screams on sent texts blowin' up causing death
I'm just a twisted motherfucker, always being misread
Sippin' all this liquor, my liver will start to quiver
I shiver when I deliver, my innocence at the brink
The, the, the ranks I sit and spit at the victim
My friends are wishing I listen to what I'm giving them, giving them but the- (Vision)
I've been doing that, I don't know if I'm supposed to
But I'm about to make it, I'm about to suffer
I don't really give a fuck, I'm about to rush
I've done my time, didn't remember that I got time
I've done my time, I got that bad time
Michael Myers in the street, I'm listening
You see, powerful identities
We are together, make fear of the highest
Our silence is deafening
Sxmpra spitting rays I ain't playin' no games
This be 64 bars straight up at yo face
Ain't no runnin' or coming up, aiming straight with the pace
I got that ice-cold style, homie, we ain’t the same
I'm a young motherfucka but I know what I seen
I got the mind of a menace, mane you know how it be
And all you little brittle bitches that be speakin' with keys
You better think twice before you waste your time I do this with ease
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