Catacombs CP97 (Ft. Ghostemane)

[Intro: CP97]
Yeah

[Verse 1: CP97]
[?] in a mouth
Leave 'em to [?], you’re smoking my mouth
[?] my [?]
[?], there is no bow
Fuckin' the cops, such 'em up to the ground with the courtesy
Thinking that zone, serve them alone
Too many bills, my head starts to turn
No extort to my grave, can you end or trade or so my life?
Fuck these devilish ways, nothing pours the grave
But a demon in the brain, I ain’t the same in the [?]
20 [?] inside me, constantly fighting
Dealing with shit [?], now I'm talking
Been the stack up, I'm lightin'
Strapped to the front load, veins coke is the soul of my soul
For thе [?] talk the faggots of my city stay back tryna' sneak this
Tip this, read his, lеak miss, need a sus'
Quote the [?] then I bless [?] king, wanna [?]
Don't fuck, lose stiffy, cop the gold with the diamonds where I tryna' rob my risk
Wrong up, then I’ll leave you with the [?], talking about the pictures
Never listen, say [?]
Mess [?] plus five
Not alive, I’m just tryna' smoke, I’m just trying to be [?] so high
What you [?] the way you die, [?] fuckin' can't deny all
You can't deny all
Shit, [?] fleeing high, rather be a chunky [?], you’re in the dial