GAMMA
I'm a walking parasite
Don't know shit 'bout acting right
Wildin' off of absinthe
And my roof absent
You just want a fragment
Potential still massive
Why you so passive
When you askin' questions
Feinting off the tension
Need some attention
Turn commas to apostraphe
No apologies
Bottles in a choke hold
Skirtin' like I'm Tokyo
Ten shots feeling bold
No gun, katana to chop
New whip fresh out the lot
Throwin' it up runnin' suicides on 'em
Suicide mission, I fuckin' dive bomb 'em
In the mosh pit with a Balmain ski mask
Mikey Gold up all on the beat pad
hop out the Phantom like a menace
I just bought some ganja in Venice
On my mob shit, I need it A$AP
Rock star like I'm on an A-Trak
Light it up like it's Xenon
Going from fan to a phenom
Ivy on the grind like that plant for your papers
Bass boom loud til we shakin' the neighbors
Put heat in your heart and we loadin' the chamber
Shaman my brother, you see a resemblance
Fuck co-signs, we stay independant
Killing the game and I feel no repentance
Poppin' like white kids in crowded rooms
Flying by while you runnin' on fumes
Pondering what the League's gonna do
Didn't need a chorus, she was gorgeous
Hit stick ya girl like Alfred Morris
Susan Lucci, you're all of my children
By the mic, you fuckers will listen
Kicking game like FIFA
Just tryna put my feetup
Changed my name like Ron Artest
Nate Spanish, you can't attest
World wide tour on my conscience
In your city, own the province
Corleone, i'm no God Father
I'm the father of god boy, a living monster
Gamma
Don't know shit 'bout acting right
Wildin' off of absinthe
And my roof absent
You just want a fragment
Potential still massive
Why you so passive
When you askin' questions
Feinting off the tension
Need some attention
Turn commas to apostraphe
No apologies
Bottles in a choke hold
Skirtin' like I'm Tokyo
Ten shots feeling bold
No gun, katana to chop
New whip fresh out the lot
Throwin' it up runnin' suicides on 'em
Suicide mission, I fuckin' dive bomb 'em
In the mosh pit with a Balmain ski mask
Mikey Gold up all on the beat pad
hop out the Phantom like a menace
I just bought some ganja in Venice
On my mob shit, I need it A$AP
Rock star like I'm on an A-Trak
Light it up like it's Xenon
Going from fan to a phenom
Ivy on the grind like that plant for your papers
Bass boom loud til we shakin' the neighbors
Put heat in your heart and we loadin' the chamber
Shaman my brother, you see a resemblance
Fuck co-signs, we stay independant
Killing the game and I feel no repentance
Poppin' like white kids in crowded rooms
Flying by while you runnin' on fumes
Pondering what the League's gonna do
Didn't need a chorus, she was gorgeous
Hit stick ya girl like Alfred Morris
Susan Lucci, you're all of my children
By the mic, you fuckers will listen
Kicking game like FIFA
Just tryna put my feetup
Changed my name like Ron Artest
Nate Spanish, you can't attest
World wide tour on my conscience
In your city, own the province
Corleone, i'm no God Father
I'm the father of god boy, a living monster
Gamma
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