[Verse]
My instinct kick in at the right time
Tryna end up on top like a headline
Make the motherfuckers stop like a red sign
They in denial of the truth, man they been blind
Ash to ashes, dust to dust and boy they flustered, can't be trusted, shit's disgusting
Me and mine been eye to eye
We on the clock, impartial time and asinine
After all, it's never really been a question has it?
Never set a goal I can't grab bitch
Still with the flows like I'm posing, it's hard to grasp it
Ice cold like I wrote 'em in Aspen, leave ya gasping
Mind blown like you're mentally gashed in
Gush from the rush, concussed
This shit is a must
Only in the Lord I trust
Me, myself and I, it's us
My cards are flushed, close to my chest and such
This shit got a odor huh, a cobra clutch
Leaning on niggas like a fucking crutch
In the middle of a crowd I'm just kicking up dust
Like I'm Ron Artest throwing blows at ya
Safe to say I'm, outta sight outta mind outta touch
A deficiency of fucks to give, I am, I am
Running from myself I know
Running away from everything that I am, I am
Run away, I run, I go
Hard to fight the demons when they right there, right there
Running from myself I know
Running away from everything that I am, I am
Run away, I run, I go
Hard to fight the demons when they right there, right there
My instinct kick in at the right time
Tryna end up on top like a headline
Make the motherfuckers stop like a red sign
They in denial of the truth, man they been blind
Ash to ashes, dust to dust and boy they flustered, can't be trusted, shit's disgusting
Me and mine been eye to eye
We on the clock, impartial time and asinine
After all, it's never really been a question has it?
Never set a goal I can't grab bitch
Still with the flows like I'm posing, it's hard to grasp it
Ice cold like I wrote 'em in Aspen, leave ya gasping
Mind blown like you're mentally gashed in
Gush from the rush, concussed
This shit is a must
Only in the Lord I trust
Me, myself and I, it's us
My cards are flushed, close to my chest and such
This shit got a odor huh, a cobra clutch
Leaning on niggas like a fucking crutch
In the middle of a crowd I'm just kicking up dust
Like I'm Ron Artest throwing blows at ya
Safe to say I'm, outta sight outta mind outta touch
A deficiency of fucks to give, I am, I am
Running from myself I know
Running away from everything that I am, I am
Run away, I run, I go
Hard to fight the demons when they right there, right there
Running from myself I know
Running away from everything that I am, I am
Run away, I run, I go
Hard to fight the demons when they right there, right there
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