Sinister!
Aye
I might just fuck up a rack, aye
I run a juug for the sack, aye
I might just fuck on yo bitch, aye
Tote on that thing with a stick, aye
Aye, she fuck with me cause I'm rich, aye
Moving in silence I step with a hush
Blink for a second get caught in the dust
Holding each grudge in my hand with a clutch
Never forget if you doubted you fucked
Ain't gotta touch it, in touch with my niggas who clutching
They'd touch you if you acting tough
Favorable cards in my hand ain't a bluff
Life isn't promised but death is a must
All in her grill if she feeling the golds
Glitter like everything gripping my throat
Half of a pill let it slip down the hole
Death on my heels watch me peel off the road
I'd trade a mill for like half of my soul
Reasons it happened, all happiness sold
Cut from a fabric ain't half of you sewed
Crafted by madness from hat to my soles
Look
I don't negotiate fuck how you feel, yeah
Little circumference surreal
Going in circles, succumb to the real
Circumvent spite known to hike in the field
Eyes to my idols whose sight's on revival
I'm here with a likeness despite the appeal
Niggas entitled my rivals revealed
Snuck through the back like the knife they concealed
Hard to be saved when you wicked in ways
Hard to to stay sleep when you counting ya days
Fuck is a sheep, I'm one blacker than chic, how I look
Know I'm slick from my head to my feet
Uh
Eyes from inside the abyss
Hard to lay low when u high as a bitch, yeah
I don't have time to be ticked
Lights add sublime to the shine on my wrist
I'm back in mine, realigned with this shit
Packed with a pen redesigning this shit
No word of mouth or co-signs with this shit
Fuck who is he, I'll remind them again
Fuck up the structure I'm bringing disorder
My foot on they couch, stepping over they boarders
I parking lot pimp any corner to loiter
Get dropped like a dime cause this bitch here a quarter
She one of a kind well I'm more kinda sorta
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I more sorta kinda need piece of my mind in the gutter
Mind in the trash with the half of you fuckers
With like half of you
What I have to do
Peace a mirage inside a facade
Life an illusion till death concludes it
The movement's swaying me from side to side
Would I rather live or die, walk along the ground or fly
Would I rather love or lie, is this shit enough or not
God just give me one reply
I might just fuck up a rack, aye
I run a juug for the sack, aye
I might just fuck on yo bitch, aye
Tote on that thing with a stick, aye
Aye, she fuck with me cause I'm rich, aye
Moving in silence I step with a hush
Blink for a second get caught in the dust
Holding each grudge in my hand with a clutch
Never forget if you doubted you fucked
Ain't gotta touch it, in touch with my niggas who clutching
They'd touch you if you acting tough
Favorable cards in my hand ain't a bluff
Life isn't promised but death is a must
All in her grill if she feeling the golds
Glitter like everything gripping my throat
Half of a pill let it slip down the hole
Death on my heels watch me peel off the road
I'd trade a mill for like half of my soul
Reasons it happened, all happiness sold
Cut from a fabric ain't half of you sewed
Crafted by madness from hat to my soles
Look
I don't negotiate fuck how you feel, yeah
Little circumference surreal
Going in circles, succumb to the real
Circumvent spite known to hike in the field
Eyes to my idols whose sight's on revival
I'm here with a likeness despite the appeal
Niggas entitled my rivals revealed
Snuck through the back like the knife they concealed
Hard to be saved when you wicked in ways
Hard to to stay sleep when you counting ya days
Fuck is a sheep, I'm one blacker than chic, how I look
Know I'm slick from my head to my feet
Uh
Eyes from inside the abyss
Hard to lay low when u high as a bitch, yeah
I don't have time to be ticked
Lights add sublime to the shine on my wrist
I'm back in mine, realigned with this shit
Packed with a pen redesigning this shit
No word of mouth or co-signs with this shit
Fuck who is he, I'll remind them again
Fuck up the structure I'm bringing disorder
My foot on they couch, stepping over they boarders
I parking lot pimp any corner to loiter
Get dropped like a dime cause this bitch here a quarter
She one of a kind well I'm more kinda sorta
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I more sorta kinda need piece of my mind in the gutter
Mind in the trash with the half of you fuckers
With like half of you
What I have to do
Peace a mirage inside a facade
Life an illusion till death concludes it
The movement's swaying me from side to side
Would I rather live or die, walk along the ground or fly
Would I rather love or lie, is this shit enough or not
God just give me one reply
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Writer(s): Darius Johnson
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