CINCINNATI II
Back in the 10th grade
I got way suspicious of your methods, how you get paid
Codeine mold my brain like some motherfucking wet clay
Flock of sheep sucking shepherd better get pepper sprayed
Cincinnati residents are shooting out the roofs, huh
Most these rappers out here but me sounds like squeaky boots, huh
Hold onto your brethren, say a prayer for your troops that
Fallen in your battles to a sniper on the roof
Popping the percs and I'm sipping the lean
Robbing the burbs and I'm swiping for keep
Prefer it dirty, I never do clean
Wiping my nut with some Alex McQueen
I have the key, they say, "What do you mean?"
Reality ain't what it seems
We live inside a machine
Schematics I wanna see lie beyond the dream
Gotta pay the fee
Gonna see what this world better oughta be
Gonna see it through the eyes of old Socrates
Thought this was about Nati, man, what a tease
Watching effervescence blowing up from my 2, ay
I been watching out and smoking up for like 2 days
I been feeling stuck, rolling up with a tooth ache
Cannot get enough, drunk as fuck on a Tuesday
Doctor said I keep it way too simple with my diet
Codeine, liquor, weed and xannies, man, he thinks I'm really lying
I remember back in school, smoking up and hardly trying
If you take me for a fool, you're probably right, I'm hardly minded
Fuck all the rules, ay
Keep up the rouse, ay
Sincerely a fool, ay
I pour in 2s
Where you choose, Cincinnati's first in queue
Whipping 'round on them green scooters sipping light to save a few
Fuck all the rules, ay
Keep up the rouse, ay
Sincerely a fool, ay
I pour in 2s, ay
Fuck all the rules, ay
Keep up the rouse, ay
Sincerely a fool, ay
I pour in 2s
Need more duct tape to restrain the skunk ape
Visitations up late, you gon' get your lungs gaped
By the smoke that I'm sizzling up
Little bitches, man, I swear to God, you'll be gargling blood
When I'm done with you
Represent my city from afar
In the cut with you
Any minute now, I'll erupt in anger
Wanna watch you anguish
I am the one who will change the fucking language
Darkness, hatred, closeted gay shit
Secrets from the depths come up, I ain't playing
Double dutch with the devil will get you up
Sacrifices are necessary when you deal with the Lord of Blackness
You're thirsty? Cut a cactus
My hands are covered in cat piss
Used to piss in my mattress
Yeah, man, but the fact is
Nothing that I'm saying making sense 'cause that's the fucking title of the mixtape, bitch
I got way suspicious of your methods, how you get paid
Codeine mold my brain like some motherfucking wet clay
Flock of sheep sucking shepherd better get pepper sprayed
Cincinnati residents are shooting out the roofs, huh
Most these rappers out here but me sounds like squeaky boots, huh
Hold onto your brethren, say a prayer for your troops that
Fallen in your battles to a sniper on the roof
Popping the percs and I'm sipping the lean
Robbing the burbs and I'm swiping for keep
Prefer it dirty, I never do clean
Wiping my nut with some Alex McQueen
I have the key, they say, "What do you mean?"
Reality ain't what it seems
We live inside a machine
Schematics I wanna see lie beyond the dream
Gotta pay the fee
Gonna see what this world better oughta be
Gonna see it through the eyes of old Socrates
Thought this was about Nati, man, what a tease
Watching effervescence blowing up from my 2, ay
I been watching out and smoking up for like 2 days
I been feeling stuck, rolling up with a tooth ache
Cannot get enough, drunk as fuck on a Tuesday
Doctor said I keep it way too simple with my diet
Codeine, liquor, weed and xannies, man, he thinks I'm really lying
I remember back in school, smoking up and hardly trying
If you take me for a fool, you're probably right, I'm hardly minded
Fuck all the rules, ay
Keep up the rouse, ay
Sincerely a fool, ay
I pour in 2s
Where you choose, Cincinnati's first in queue
Whipping 'round on them green scooters sipping light to save a few
Fuck all the rules, ay
Keep up the rouse, ay
Sincerely a fool, ay
I pour in 2s, ay
Fuck all the rules, ay
Keep up the rouse, ay
Sincerely a fool, ay
I pour in 2s
Need more duct tape to restrain the skunk ape
Visitations up late, you gon' get your lungs gaped
By the smoke that I'm sizzling up
Little bitches, man, I swear to God, you'll be gargling blood
When I'm done with you
Represent my city from afar
In the cut with you
Any minute now, I'll erupt in anger
Wanna watch you anguish
I am the one who will change the fucking language
Darkness, hatred, closeted gay shit
Secrets from the depths come up, I ain't playing
Double dutch with the devil will get you up
Sacrifices are necessary when you deal with the Lord of Blackness
You're thirsty? Cut a cactus
My hands are covered in cat piss
Used to piss in my mattress
Yeah, man, but the fact is
Nothing that I'm saying making sense 'cause that's the fucking title of the mixtape, bitch
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Writer(s): Kyle Gregory
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