Three on a Dutch Felly (Ft. The Palmer Squares)

[Verse 1: Felly]
Ayo I woke up this morning, pissed off as usual
Hit the snooze button thinking I should plan my funeral
I spend too many nights getting bent up in my cubicle
But still got the spark to make a death look beautiful
Wasted
Looking at these faces in my basement
Playing Miles Davis while my heartbeat races
Used to try relaxin but then that shit made me anxious
Done a lot of practice with going through changes
Freestyles and vape hits
Bump as the base hits
Spinning in my desk chair
Lighting up like Vegas
Getting in their faces to make 'em jab back
They say "fuck you"
I hit the mic and say "fuck you" right back
This is all part of the plan
You think I'm shooting blind
You better understand
I see right through your lies
I'm going for the grand
I'm talkin' 'bout the prize
Cause accomplishment does much more than money in my eyes
You can keep on, keep on, keep on doubtin'
Saying I should stick to this computer screen mouthin'
Thanks for the advice but homie truthfully you vouchin'
Every time you say my name I'm climbing up a mountain
Tripping
It's nothing new what's up with you, nada
Last time I checked I was spottin' you dollars
See me at your party and you say "what's up holla"
Then I get to work
You be talking shit behind my collar
Psilocybin in my brainwaves
Spewing shit like AK's
Guy the type to make out with a dude and say you hate gays
Faker than an overseas e-mail payday
'Bout to shoot the top players down bruh, mayday