Highs & Lows
Never talk about the flash 'cause I'ma kill that pose
Gotta keep the vibe alive, I wanna go from coast to coast
Take a trip to bless the mind, I'ma take my daily dose
You know I'm switchin' the flows
We got the highs and lows
When prolly I can fuckin' hold 'em all on my back
People live in a dream, then "Got a panic attack!"
No Kill Bill but I move and I'm the king like Jack
You better make a 666 deal to ride or die
Why you look mad?
It's called spit fire like an AK-47
A flow you never had, I'm rad
With the fuckin' rhymes I send you straight to heaven
Sleepin' and spendin' bills
That was the fuckin' bullet that got y'all killed
Y'all got it? I got it
You only talk about the same topic
Little, little man in your little van
With your little plan and the little clan
Go back to your little land
If you want a side but you still undecided
Never come and try me 'cause you'd be terrified
Guess what
Ayy, I'm the killer
Gotta make your life feel like a thriller
Just throw yourself into the fuckin' river
Just one call and I get a mothafuckin' dealer
I guess I gotta smoke 7-11 to stay high
I'ma fly in the blue sky, goodbye
No time for fake bitches so prolly I'll just pass by
You like a villain in prison, you trippin' and leavin'
And I'm killin' and winnin' you, hoe
I'ma get it, you trapped in your head
You ain't beatin', ok?
Where the fuck you were thinkin' to go?
Never talk about the flash 'cause I'ma kill that pose
Gotta keep the vibe alive, I wanna go from coast to coast
Take a trip to bless the mind, I'ma take my daily dose
You know I'm switchin' the flows
We got the highs and lows
When prolly I can fuckin' hold 'em all on my back
People live in a dream, then "got a panic attack!"
No Kill Bill but I move and I'm the king like Jack
You better make a 666 deal to ride or die
So welcome to my docket
I present myself with 10 grams in my pocket
Listen, why y'all gotta live in the past?
I never thought I'd see somebody tryna bein' the last
You a comedy, I'm first class
You gon' die with it, I breathe gas
I'm from another dimension
Look, pay attention
Takin' a side 'cause everybody wanna live in their fuckin' mind
And It's kind of like Outlast
Y'all deny the rights applied
Gotta feel my sign, I'ma keep it all again
It's clarified, I'm classified
They want a reply but they wanna keep lookin' about my past
Plus, if you ever talk about it I'ma break you a bone, alone
'Cause everybody knows I'm a scary Yeti, let's get it
Like Al Capone, I don't want nobody in my zone
I'ma kill every poser with my flow
I'ma haunt you forever like a ghost, you know
Even the pills can't stop me so I guess I'm not done
If you tell me I gotta step aside
You better run while I'm loadin' my gun
Sick of everybody livin' in a mothafuckin' cage
I came with the rage (Like a rampage)
Lyrics can not even fill a half page
We in the fuckin' ice age?
I roll up the White Widow
I don't fuckin' care if I fail again (Goddamn)
'Cause I ain't like you, kiddo
I'm real as fuck like Willow, bitch
Gotta keep the vibe alive, I wanna go from coast to coast
Take a trip to bless the mind, I'ma take my daily dose
You know I'm switchin' the flows
We got the highs and lows
When prolly I can fuckin' hold 'em all on my back
People live in a dream, then "Got a panic attack!"
No Kill Bill but I move and I'm the king like Jack
You better make a 666 deal to ride or die
Why you look mad?
It's called spit fire like an AK-47
A flow you never had, I'm rad
With the fuckin' rhymes I send you straight to heaven
Sleepin' and spendin' bills
That was the fuckin' bullet that got y'all killed
Y'all got it? I got it
You only talk about the same topic
Little, little man in your little van
With your little plan and the little clan
Go back to your little land
If you want a side but you still undecided
Never come and try me 'cause you'd be terrified
Guess what
Ayy, I'm the killer
Gotta make your life feel like a thriller
Just throw yourself into the fuckin' river
Just one call and I get a mothafuckin' dealer
I guess I gotta smoke 7-11 to stay high
I'ma fly in the blue sky, goodbye
No time for fake bitches so prolly I'll just pass by
You like a villain in prison, you trippin' and leavin'
And I'm killin' and winnin' you, hoe
I'ma get it, you trapped in your head
You ain't beatin', ok?
Where the fuck you were thinkin' to go?
Never talk about the flash 'cause I'ma kill that pose
Gotta keep the vibe alive, I wanna go from coast to coast
Take a trip to bless the mind, I'ma take my daily dose
You know I'm switchin' the flows
We got the highs and lows
When prolly I can fuckin' hold 'em all on my back
People live in a dream, then "got a panic attack!"
No Kill Bill but I move and I'm the king like Jack
You better make a 666 deal to ride or die
So welcome to my docket
I present myself with 10 grams in my pocket
Listen, why y'all gotta live in the past?
I never thought I'd see somebody tryna bein' the last
You a comedy, I'm first class
You gon' die with it, I breathe gas
I'm from another dimension
Look, pay attention
Takin' a side 'cause everybody wanna live in their fuckin' mind
And It's kind of like Outlast
Y'all deny the rights applied
Gotta feel my sign, I'ma keep it all again
It's clarified, I'm classified
They want a reply but they wanna keep lookin' about my past
Plus, if you ever talk about it I'ma break you a bone, alone
'Cause everybody knows I'm a scary Yeti, let's get it
Like Al Capone, I don't want nobody in my zone
I'ma kill every poser with my flow
I'ma haunt you forever like a ghost, you know
Even the pills can't stop me so I guess I'm not done
If you tell me I gotta step aside
You better run while I'm loadin' my gun
Sick of everybody livin' in a mothafuckin' cage
I came with the rage (Like a rampage)
Lyrics can not even fill a half page
We in the fuckin' ice age?
I roll up the White Widow
I don't fuckin' care if I fail again (Goddamn)
'Cause I ain't like you, kiddo
I'm real as fuck like Willow, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Diego Mores
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