Armageddon

Okay okay, what's up
I ride for the mother-fucking beat too heat might spit this shit
I said I'd die for the Spence nast' beat no doubt why me?
Never cross my high ass mind
Instead I rhyme my life away 'cause momma said there's better days
Inside my mind I'm locked away don't feed the beast keep his ankles chained
I was built for this you 'gon hear my name I was built for this

You'll probably listen in vein, scared of change
Or scared of those chains that wrap your brain
Programmed to look, rap and talk the same
Computer sims stuck in a maze so
We ride for the motherfucking truth
With the Spence nast' beat and our feet like roots
We glide on this mother-fucking plane
'Cause we know too soon we'll snooze in a grave
Soul's fly even past that date of our one shared fate I will live my way
I've cried way too damn much so don't tell me shit I see through fronts or

Might just have to snatch yo soul up out your ugly face, yuh
And if you talking down on me you digging your own grave, yuh
This acid tab is hitting and I think I found my place
I'm not looking for these riches I'm just tryna get away, yuh

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah okay, woah

Momma always knew I was the odd one fucking out, yuh
Meltin off a trip tab to figure myself out but
Took a while to tear a part the mental wall they built up
Looking all around but everyone fucked up and down but
I'm writing my shit, the rhyming excels
Plus mixing it all and all by myself and now chopping a hit
Like it's Friday the 13th just swinging my arms, composing the kills
But of course keep it real never settle for fear
I know just how it feels to have demons so near
Watch for your back make sure no one close stabs reevaluate friends you might never go back

Yes indeed, if you please I got a mind full of thought and an ounce of weed
Give a fuck about a clock what's time to me?
You got God in the presence of your company
So run a couple pitches and get back to me
Don't fuck with the kid I got a lot on my plate
I stand two feet strong no bend no break
'Cause you aint nothing but a little screen to me
While my third eye showing what life could be all alone
3 am on the balcony and I never seen a soul shine so visibly
So when I'm in your city come and visit me
Imma tear this game down it ain't shit to me
'Cause all you whack ass rappers are just nursery
And you riding all my flows oh that's burglary, yuh yuh

I ride for the motherfucking beat too heat might spit this shit
I said I'd die for the Spence nast' beat no doubt why me?
Never cross my high ass
Ride for the motherfucking beat too heat might spit this shit
I said I'd die for the Spence nast beat no doubt why me?
Never cross my high-

Listen to the shit that I'm sayin all the other music out now clouding ya'll brain
Not to mention media doing just the same
Couldn't really give a fuck about a grammy or a fanbase (Nah)
Bet my ex hold regret and regret
Armageddon is the set where I produce 'til the death I'm (Ay)
Bout as underground as Kill Bill in a casket
Digging her out good when going at it
They need a girl to show what a real man is
They need love to feel God damn it
I flash back and forth to California on the porch as I pass the torch

Say you got the choppa and you say you really want it
But I pull up to your face and you wanna talk about it?
Well I'm really bout my money and I'm really bout the music
Every time I lay a verse I tie a noose around it
You should listen what you heard
I'm the illest rotten rhymer roll a dutch of dirty purp
And then I'm flowing 'til mañana screaming fuck
What you heard hear the pain in my voice imma
Put you in a hearse with the rest of your flows
Dig your heels in the dirt watch your two feet fold
Just some young prophecies how the story unfold
Dig your heels in the dirt watch your two feet fold
Just some young prophecies how the story unfold

She's up and down and sideways all up on me each single day
Reppin golden coast but you know Chicago all day
If I'm lucky play them cards correct she may go both ways
If life's a bitch then this gotta be the fucking foreplay
She's up and down and sideways all up on me each single day
Reppin golden coast but you know Chicago all day
If I'm lucky play them cards correct she may go both ways
If life's a bitch then this gotta be the fucking foreplay



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Freitag
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