HYPOCHONDRIAC

Aw damn
What the fuck
Bitch get down
Yeah its the
Fuzz
If you know whats good for you
Your ass
Better
Run
Avoid that shit like I'm a bee I gotta fuckin'
Buzz
I don't do no cripping catch me cooling with my
Cuz

I aint losing control
Stay on track like a hunnid racks
Everybody gon know
Labels gonna call
I ain't hit em back
Hunnid bands make em wanna stack
Scare em dead
Hypochondriac
I aint afraid to die
Where the body bag
Gonna get my piece
Never going back

I aint losing control
Stay on track like a hunnid racks
Everybody gon know
Labels gonna call
I ain't hit em back
Hunnid bands make em wanna stack
Scare em dead
Hypochondriac
I aint afraid to die
Where the body bag
Gonna get my piece
Never going back

Carcinogens evident
In all my medicine
Slurring my speech like i have an impediment
I am a sinner prepare for a reckoning
Class is in session
Im teaching a lesson
Ulterior motives will leave all em guessing

Guess I've grown restless
Guess I'm just reckless
Look in my eyes as i send him to heaven
Father forgive me theres no more repenting

I am the scripture and i am the blessing
I am your ending the doom thats impending
I am the concept of incomprehension
I have sinned more then just all of the 7
Creeping at night on yo block with a weapon
Die by the knife
Bloody and listless
Leaving the scene and I'm feeling indifferent

I aint losing control
Stay on track like a hunnid racks
Everybody gon know
Labels gonna call
I ain't hit em back
Hunnid bands make em wanna stack
Scare em dead
Hypochondriac
I aint afraid to die
Where the body bag
Gonna get my piece
Never going back



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Spiro
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