Step Off
I wanna get rich
Too quick
Ya bitch got the loose lips
Smoking tulips
They clueless
Who the truth is
But the truth is
We ruthless
Snitch a two-lipped Judas
New phone who dis
Damn Pump foolish
Efforts end fruitless
Acting on rudeness
Damn you stupid
Leave me wounded
I stay secluded
I'm elusive
A loose end
Bitch ass rapper
Staring like dagger
I'm climbing ladders
Underserved swagger
You can't capture
I stay madder
You don't matter
Cid makes me stagger
Let my wrist flick
Fuck the geriatric
New fucking tactics
Go and do a backflip
Smoking up stay magic
Peel at the fabric
I'll wreak havoc
When I'm manic
I start to panic
From another planet
Fuck that shit Xanax
Want that real shit
I'm gonna make it
You just talk back
I just get trashed
I wanna watch the stars explode
Make my brain implode
Heard the crows
Why's your so heart so cold
My soul so old
Do you even drop tabs
Yeah fly your flag
I know you got a price tag
Secured the bag
You're so bad, aye
Drive me mad, aye
Blank sketchpad, aye
My love ironclad
I'm no deadbeat dad
Looking for destruction
I can't function
Drinking Robitussin
I'm the definition
Quit your bitching
Play badminton
What you missing
I'm just hissing
You're dismissing
s been written
Unforgiven
I'll stay driven
In addition
My ambition
Blocks your vision
Head-on collision
I'm still tripping
She's Still wishing
I'll stop existing
My brain been torn to shreds
Ripped by the threads
Turning heads
Making bread
You still fled
I misread
On my death bed
Wrists brick red
Need those meds
Filled with dread
Leave me dead
I just bled
Look ahead
Once again
I'll ascend
So upset
Breaking sweats
I'm the threat
I'll accept
This protest
No regrets
No respect
I'll confess
I'm obsessed
I'll impress
My intent
To protect
No affect
Come correct
So perplexed
You forget
I'm inept
She just wept
I'll inject
Disrespect
That' suspect
Much neglect
Noose on neck
Writing checks
I'll just wreck
Meet execs
Just to flex
Taking steps
I'm a mess
I just guess
I'll finesse
Too quick
Ya bitch got the loose lips
Smoking tulips
They clueless
Who the truth is
But the truth is
We ruthless
Snitch a two-lipped Judas
New phone who dis
Damn Pump foolish
Efforts end fruitless
Acting on rudeness
Damn you stupid
Leave me wounded
I stay secluded
I'm elusive
A loose end
Bitch ass rapper
Staring like dagger
I'm climbing ladders
Underserved swagger
You can't capture
I stay madder
You don't matter
Cid makes me stagger
Let my wrist flick
Fuck the geriatric
New fucking tactics
Go and do a backflip
Smoking up stay magic
Peel at the fabric
I'll wreak havoc
When I'm manic
I start to panic
From another planet
Fuck that shit Xanax
Want that real shit
I'm gonna make it
You just talk back
I just get trashed
I wanna watch the stars explode
Make my brain implode
Heard the crows
Why's your so heart so cold
My soul so old
Do you even drop tabs
Yeah fly your flag
I know you got a price tag
Secured the bag
You're so bad, aye
Drive me mad, aye
Blank sketchpad, aye
My love ironclad
I'm no deadbeat dad
Looking for destruction
I can't function
Drinking Robitussin
I'm the definition
Quit your bitching
Play badminton
What you missing
I'm just hissing
You're dismissing
s been written
Unforgiven
I'll stay driven
In addition
My ambition
Blocks your vision
Head-on collision
I'm still tripping
She's Still wishing
I'll stop existing
My brain been torn to shreds
Ripped by the threads
Turning heads
Making bread
You still fled
I misread
On my death bed
Wrists brick red
Need those meds
Filled with dread
Leave me dead
I just bled
Look ahead
Once again
I'll ascend
So upset
Breaking sweats
I'm the threat
I'll accept
This protest
No regrets
No respect
I'll confess
I'm obsessed
I'll impress
My intent
To protect
No affect
Come correct
So perplexed
You forget
I'm inept
She just wept
I'll inject
Disrespect
That' suspect
Much neglect
Noose on neck
Writing checks
I'll just wreck
Meet execs
Just to flex
Taking steps
I'm a mess
I just guess
I'll finesse
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Writer(s): Jonathan Siegal
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