Departed

It's hard to say that I'm sane
With all the bullshit that be going on
So now I'm locked inside my head
I'm turning off the phone
I know I'm in the zone
I know I'm tweaking
But lately I've been focused so ill hit you up next weekend
This melancholy sequence
Built a confidence I'm peaking
Like a groundhog looking for shadows
Searching for my demons
Busting shots
For proper seeding
This madness
Like March brackets
I'm skull cracking with malice
All improv no action
I blow like Michael bay with a budget
Or horn patters
I'm rearranging samples
Like cheese and wine platters
I'm far from being average
Flex my muscles this the gun show
I'm Hanzo bitch I'm cutthroat
Nike on the tempo
I'm crazy man you should know
You don't fuck with the kid
A gun slinger for the gold
Bitch I'm billy the kid
I slide off like tom cruise
But I aint fucking with Kidman
Half of y'all a straight bust
Sorta like Josh Childress
This a 4D Experience I know y'all gon feel this
Building tension like a nigga that caught with his mistress
Side of the building rampaging
I'm done waiting
Tryna run off with my bucks
Like Giannis fast breaking
No man
All amazing
I'm blazing
Johnny storming
Fuck touring
Planet hopping
Mind soaring
Hope you watching
Televise
Been advised
This that limited run
Like the sun blowing up at 5 billion
I'm done
Only race war I'm tripping on is me and my niggas
Doing a buck in red Ferrari's all police gon miss us
Straight cash no interest
BBS straight dripping
Shorty said I caught feelings
So you know I'm tripping
Fallback like dirk
Knee at 45° angle
Kurt angle
Wrestle with my dream until I'm Star spangled
11th angel with
44 bars to spare
Just like a movie I've been waiting for y'all to stare
Yeah



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Writer(s): Kevin Thompson
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