[Verse 1: soap.]:
Soap ain't been nothing to play with
Running up I ain’t evasive
Hopping up out of a spaceship
Boy I'm alien high while I lane switch
Hit 150 and face it
We could die any day so I take shit
Kill it all, as it come never stress bitch
Why you stuck in the past I'm on next shit
Got the game in a wrap tlike necklace
While you hanging upon it like pendant
I been pensive penning my misery
Whipping these words while I’m sitting on similes
Sicker than a dog and I'm often epitome
Of an intolerable problem I'm bridging thesе gaps
Minimal bitchin I'm been in my bag
Fuck the complaining you praying for cash
And you painting these picturеs where you ain't fault
Stop it's take ownership over results
On top of the world and I'm looking at them
With a bag fulla smoke I need 50 on 10
Full tank of the gas I got wicked intent
And tense past life I was drippin in dread
Distant intense different and dead
Feelings been gone cause my heart is entrenched
In the trauma im taller than it in the end
Ain't been a drawing it’s real as it gets
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