TWO THOUSAND TWENTY ANNO DOMINI

2020, my vision, bitch, I'm balling
Got no heart like Joseph Stalin
12 can't find cadaver, lonely kid, ball pit
Zero reinforcements get stormed when they talk shit
Swooping on my prey like a falcon
You get shoot up by a lame if you barking at him
Used to be deranged, now I'm passive
Ever since my shame grew ever more massive
I get money, I get money, very little but it's just enough to scrape by
Try to start a grape vine
Wealth in the vein lines for the sake of my children
World War III on the horizon but I'm chilling
I have never cracked seal
I have never had a pill that opiatic
Rather have a crab meal, yeah
Shit is not real, yeah
Shit is vaudeville, yeah
Cockapoo, cockatiel, yeah

Get you Morphine
Get some 808s
Get some trap drums from the internet
Whip that shit together in a big pot and you're all set
Maybe roll a little weed and have a fucking coughing fit
Maybe you'd be better off not popping Percocet
Made a type beat, uploaded, is it working yet?
Control C C-note from Birkin bag
Seize control of radio waves with your gun and badge



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Gregory
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