Hieronymus Goon feat. Wildcard - A Letter to No One

Billy Mays

Cherishing the day
I don't have many like it
Feel like Billy Mays
Always full of surprises
Life is just a game
So I roll the fuckin dice bitch
I'm on this shit
Like a motherfuckin vice grip

I'm laughing you lackin
I got the gas in the plastic
I kill it like an assassin
That spot you're in
know I passed it
I flex stretch like elastic
Know that I'm smokin that static
I'm spitting like automatic
Weapons
Reach the sky yeah I'm
Headed
For greatness
I'm hatin
On everything that I'm makin
They wanna grind till their famous
They wanna grind make the same shit
Well I'm trynna make something big
Chilling with all my friends
I'm in the cut goin in
Father I'm sorry I sin
Hieronymus Bosch
Yeah I flex and I floss
I get it how it get it
Smoking down with my dogs

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Writer(s): Kenneth Hall
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