Miscast
Miscast motherfuckers yeah I don't know
Wits about me, why the fuck I tryna blow?
I'd slide off like B.O, B
Swallow globe you a fucking hoe
Persona non grata
I fuck on your mother
And suave it like carter
Don't 'z' on the Lil when Biggie departer, starter
This will be how it always is
Keep to myself like that my biz
Labelled quiet like I went and sung that shit
Lie the choir when she roll
Roll back on the spliff, huh?
I'll get bread, dead fuck what you said
I am so fucking fly I am, over crescents
You, is the peasants
And we is the MISCAST
Ultra weird presence
Really a present, watch out
Cower for your final hours like I do
This is just a mask like a movie shoot
Nothing to prove, lose, just to groove
9-5 got a man dead
I don't feel a-fucking-live
I'm flying a kite in the greyest of skies
I'm buying a plight in the strayest of lies
Disgusting, this must be
A death in my eyes
Shots spout
Talking obsessive
And out, out in the head is
Just disses and letters
Of what I just meant is
Be hatred and mentions
Fuck all the mansions
And fuck all you dancing
I fall in the canyons
This is the fuck rant and
A fuck you of anthem
Stamp em
Stomp, stomp
(Shots spout)
(Talking obsessive)
Wits about me, why the fuck I tryna blow?
I'd slide off like B.O, B
Swallow globe you a fucking hoe
Persona non grata
I fuck on your mother
And suave it like carter
Don't 'z' on the Lil when Biggie departer, starter
This will be how it always is
Keep to myself like that my biz
Labelled quiet like I went and sung that shit
Lie the choir when she roll
Roll back on the spliff, huh?
I'll get bread, dead fuck what you said
I am so fucking fly I am, over crescents
You, is the peasants
And we is the MISCAST
Ultra weird presence
Really a present, watch out
Cower for your final hours like I do
This is just a mask like a movie shoot
Nothing to prove, lose, just to groove
9-5 got a man dead
I don't feel a-fucking-live
I'm flying a kite in the greyest of skies
I'm buying a plight in the strayest of lies
Disgusting, this must be
A death in my eyes
Shots spout
Talking obsessive
And out, out in the head is
Just disses and letters
Of what I just meant is
Be hatred and mentions
Fuck all the mansions
And fuck all you dancing
I fall in the canyons
This is the fuck rant and
A fuck you of anthem
Stamp em
Stomp, stomp
(Shots spout)
(Talking obsessive)
Credits
Writer(s): Kye Ultra
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