[Intro]
I feel like, everybody got a ticking time bomb in 'em
It's only a matter of time...
[Verse 1: King Iso]
They probably think I want attention
But the fact of the matter is that I wish I had a dime I could roll
Fuck it, I'm about to find me some dro
Like I'm sick in the biz, I'm beefin'
Think I'm 'bout to dive into smoke
I ain't controlling my mind any more
I go MK, fatalities gonna rise with the toll
The homie just hit me up with a zip
He said maybe I wasn't lit enough
But nah my nigga, I'm in the zone
Too many bitches that hide in my phone
Don't know why I be doing it daily when I got wifey at home
Thinking 'bout the past, how they might did me wrong
And I never got better, so fellas I feel alone
Now tell me, who am I to condone?
The hurt that I be causin' to everybody that's riding alone
I'm better off writing alone
I need to be corrected like pennin' my music's righting my wrongs
No one know, but got this 9 to my dome
Like a fitted cap that terry rocking
They steady watching, they hella jocking, Tarrel is hot and
On my momma homie, you will never find a better topic
I'm gettin' top in the yellow drop
And I feel like Freddy, why? Because the bed is rocking, and I bet your betty watching
Sleeping with one eye open counting this fetty, wopping
They don't wanna give a nigga credit like a debit option
I bet your motherfucking head is rocking
I be going serial murderer on the beat with the machete chopping
You think you thugged out?
When you drug out of a drug house, leaking blood out?
Nigga write his rap and I don't give a fuck 'bout whatever he said
I'm knocking everybody out that got a problem with myself because the way that I'm living ain't healthy bruh
I'm falling, can somebody help me up?
Before I explode and I feel myself combust
Before I self destruct
I feel like, everybody got a ticking time bomb in 'em
It's only a matter of time...
[Verse 1: King Iso]
They probably think I want attention
But the fact of the matter is that I wish I had a dime I could roll
Fuck it, I'm about to find me some dro
Like I'm sick in the biz, I'm beefin'
Think I'm 'bout to dive into smoke
I ain't controlling my mind any more
I go MK, fatalities gonna rise with the toll
The homie just hit me up with a zip
He said maybe I wasn't lit enough
But nah my nigga, I'm in the zone
Too many bitches that hide in my phone
Don't know why I be doing it daily when I got wifey at home
Thinking 'bout the past, how they might did me wrong
And I never got better, so fellas I feel alone
Now tell me, who am I to condone?
The hurt that I be causin' to everybody that's riding alone
I'm better off writing alone
I need to be corrected like pennin' my music's righting my wrongs
No one know, but got this 9 to my dome
Like a fitted cap that terry rocking
They steady watching, they hella jocking, Tarrel is hot and
On my momma homie, you will never find a better topic
I'm gettin' top in the yellow drop
And I feel like Freddy, why? Because the bed is rocking, and I bet your betty watching
Sleeping with one eye open counting this fetty, wopping
They don't wanna give a nigga credit like a debit option
I bet your motherfucking head is rocking
I be going serial murderer on the beat with the machete chopping
You think you thugged out?
When you drug out of a drug house, leaking blood out?
Nigga write his rap and I don't give a fuck 'bout whatever he said
I'm knocking everybody out that got a problem with myself because the way that I'm living ain't healthy bruh
I'm falling, can somebody help me up?
Before I explode and I feel myself combust
Before I self destruct
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