Runt
And we still shouting out the submind addicts my negu
Past pragmatic my negu
Look at the facts I was up in the lab
My circle look like a runt, you barely can sneak in the back
I was just going through pain, but I seen plenty of pleasure to match
I seen the craziest things, crazy ass vision's what made me in fact
Bitch I got the sauce, plus I get my grind like veggies
Burn on the grill for a mill', so a negu lie cheat steal negu I'm Eddie
Imma ride around in a low rider
Swimming in the light while I bump Syre
Till it's no gas and it's flat tires
Money all around me, I'm Brent Faiyaz
Universe said I knew when I signed up so it's impartial to my desires
Said I gotta take what I got my eyes on
Keep shades on so I surprise ya'
I'll suplex ya for two Teslas
Screaming who next for a new necklace
Got 6 egos duplexes, 4 of them wise but 2 reckless
South south west it in Texas, need a grand stage like a negu Mike Jackson
Minds confuse rap as with passion, it's just a action I kick ass in
Ain't even half of my imagine that putrid soul that you'd be lucky to hold
Atheist heathen negu with treasonous thoughts but a witch once told me I had a magical soul
Look at the facts, magic
Young delta chilling in the labyrinth
Look at the current rappers
Jugging negus like fortnite dances
Look at my pose
Aura like a negu with infinity stones
Aura like G when he make his clothes
He like bitch don't touch my robes
Bye bye, you don't get to play with my kind
You don't get to waste my time
My pen go ape when I rip tides
I don't need faith I don't pay tithes
Bitch knot locks man it's that guy
They don't take risks man it's fine, just stop killing my vibe
I'm a sometimes smoker
I get epiphanies when I'm sober
Talk my talk then she bent right over
Feeling like Vince I'm a north north soldier
Suicide slit like the eyes of a cobra
This your 13th reason why
Every little rapper making raps for the money over passion
Turn around and die
If you were forced to name a couple flagrant rappers
That could fuck with me you couldn't make a list
If it just so happens that the right contender
Tried to make his way then Imma have his head
I throw punches at him that'll make us even
I'll take a tooth he might lose a rib
If he keep on talking Imma have to hit him
With the deuce deuce yeah I'm Death The Kid
Past pragmatic my negu
Look at the facts I was up in the lab
My circle look like a runt, you barely can sneak in the back
I was just going through pain, but I seen plenty of pleasure to match
I seen the craziest things, crazy ass vision's what made me in fact
Bitch I got the sauce, plus I get my grind like veggies
Burn on the grill for a mill', so a negu lie cheat steal negu I'm Eddie
Imma ride around in a low rider
Swimming in the light while I bump Syre
Till it's no gas and it's flat tires
Money all around me, I'm Brent Faiyaz
Universe said I knew when I signed up so it's impartial to my desires
Said I gotta take what I got my eyes on
Keep shades on so I surprise ya'
I'll suplex ya for two Teslas
Screaming who next for a new necklace
Got 6 egos duplexes, 4 of them wise but 2 reckless
South south west it in Texas, need a grand stage like a negu Mike Jackson
Minds confuse rap as with passion, it's just a action I kick ass in
Ain't even half of my imagine that putrid soul that you'd be lucky to hold
Atheist heathen negu with treasonous thoughts but a witch once told me I had a magical soul
Look at the facts, magic
Young delta chilling in the labyrinth
Look at the current rappers
Jugging negus like fortnite dances
Look at my pose
Aura like a negu with infinity stones
Aura like G when he make his clothes
He like bitch don't touch my robes
Bye bye, you don't get to play with my kind
You don't get to waste my time
My pen go ape when I rip tides
I don't need faith I don't pay tithes
Bitch knot locks man it's that guy
They don't take risks man it's fine, just stop killing my vibe
I'm a sometimes smoker
I get epiphanies when I'm sober
Talk my talk then she bent right over
Feeling like Vince I'm a north north soldier
Suicide slit like the eyes of a cobra
This your 13th reason why
Every little rapper making raps for the money over passion
Turn around and die
If you were forced to name a couple flagrant rappers
That could fuck with me you couldn't make a list
If it just so happens that the right contender
Tried to make his way then Imma have his head
I throw punches at him that'll make us even
I'll take a tooth he might lose a rib
If he keep on talking Imma have to hit him
With the deuce deuce yeah I'm Death The Kid
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Writer(s): Keire Stone
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