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contains a sample of Woody Harrelson and Matthew McCounehey from the HBO series "True Detective

contains a sample from Charlie Sheen's "Winning" Interview

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I’m caught somewhere between suicidal
And wanting more kids
Life’s a bitch and I hate bitches
That’s what my problem is
And what’s ironic is I also love em
I need em
I can’t live without em but I’m not always tryna feed em
Tired of being taken advantage of can’t read em
And they know it so suddenly they the poet and I’m the profit
I can’t stop it
Even if I see it coming
Won’t see me running my rocker i know I’m off it cuz often I get to talking with friends who thinkin I lost it and really they aren’t far off it
The truth is I think I’m awesome but only until I notice I’m the only one who got it
It’s like the joker in Gotham and Batman is there to stop him
The bad guys die, and the ending is always happy
Like a rub and tug by sum yung ho calling you daddy
Life is beautiful as long you got money to blow
Bitches to bang
Playing booty bongos let your nuts hang
Its the macadamia of this rap game
Filet mignon with the microphone
I’m back mayne
Don’t ever say I left again
Never fell off never next to them
I’m in my own lane
Own category I rock my own chain
I got my own car don’t rent or borrow I own my own things
I’m no rock star but I’m goin places
Like the lone range Stone Age rapper at least I’m grown main no games
I don’t got time for filler bullshit
My rhymes are precise
My mind is a silver bullet
It’s quite the device when it’s fully charged
The plug I pull it
I kill it I know you feel it the realist is in the building, snapping and then we chilling
Smoking out of a chillum
Blow it up towards the ceiling the fan blades chop the smoke up it looks so appealing
Don’t fight the feelin it’s cool if we say it’s cool
And no we don’t play by rule
Never respected authority but I’ve played the fool we all do
Sometimes
There’s no one there to call you
Or answer you
They die of heart attacks and cancer too
Of course you can always count on the reaper
The way you count on me when I’m in your speaker
I’m up late like a tweaker
Except I workin the morning
Tomorrow night I’m performing
It never ends I’m exhausted
I get no ends for recording
No return on investment
At least not yet it’s depressing
I hope one day I get over because my life is in question
Will I live or will I die
Will I make it or am I high?
Look me straight in my eye
Tell me the truth and don’t lie
That’s like I’m telling you twice
The flow I spit is so Nice
Hotter than steamed rice colder than ice
My worth it ain’t in my wealth
My work it stays on a shelf
My purpose is still yet to be determined
And My health well
It ain’t the greatest
And somebody had to say this
Why not me? I’m fat and I know it you ignaramous
Ain’t killin stages I’m dying daily
I need to turn the shit around before the cry and bury me
Rhyme hysterically
My own shit is starting to embarrass me
Apparently nobody gives a fuck about my music anymore and that’s been scaring me
I use to have dreams they all cherish me
Now it’s nightmares I perish quietly
Anxiety buggin
Honestly I think I’m done man....
yall heard enough fam...
damn...
I'm damned...
Cuzzzzz
Lucifer stays winnin
While you losing and claiming christian
The ages goin thru changes
Moon phases switchin positions
I’m dangerous with these phrases
Embracing spirits with dazes
Until I’m stoned to death
Clear up the mysteries & the mazes
...Gone

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from Enemy Of The State, released October 30, 2018

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