Monstrosity
There's a monster on the loose
If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it
I'll have to stop him before he gets there
Yeah
Take these lines in your mind like it was cocaine
Never had no data I'm madder, to get it, fuck mainframe
Say they self driven, yet they always in my lane
Life's a bitch, on years it's still gonna stay the same
Drive your own shit, fuck your own bitch
Taking steps from others like you never had no help bitch
Let em know, that everyday I had they back
I got the code, fiends really want it like it was some crack
Keys to ignition
Need, hit precision
Seems this is glitching
Weed, get to fucking bitches
Finger fuck a hoe, tell em what you know
I'm really tryna hit, I split it, I rip it, then I'm out the door
Yeah
I think I'll never learn
My own lesson, went to hell twice just to feel the burn
Fubu fakes come around, wear me out like I was that boy Earn
Huh, fuck a turn, yeah
Dead presidents, my friends are just the dividends
But listen in, the submission, in the distant end
Frivolous, feminine's in this bitch, something infinite
I know you missing it, don't you
The way you lived your life, and it's close to
Another wish I wrote you
Opposed the most, I go through
This fucking rhyme I mind
Another space in time
Absurd again, I'm working in, I know they chasing mine, huh
I go and find, yeah
Pushing past the field of change, I only got some dimes
My times on the money, and my monies on the times
And even when I'm in the fucking booth, I look behind
Because I never can trust these hitters
They slowly hurt you, but you keep it in you, something like some splinters
Hardly go outside, give me the cold shoulders, and it's not December
Its not the winter, uh
I won't defend ya, yeah
I will amend ya, different lights, different fights, uh
But I told my old friends, that I won't ever matter, go on and on
But they keep telling me, that "you matter, forever go on and on"
And now I gotta follow, down the fucking bottle
These chump ass rappers think they hard till they grab the hollow
Now I got your bitch on her knees, and you bet she swallow
Not her pride, but it's something like a wallow
Gotta get the money, fuck these bitches, that's the motto
Seeing different digits everyday like I hit the lotto
Getting higher on the Moon, like I was Apollo
Hitting fire real soon, yeah that's something I know
If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it
I'll have to stop him before he gets there
Yeah
Take these lines in your mind like it was cocaine
Never had no data I'm madder, to get it, fuck mainframe
Say they self driven, yet they always in my lane
Life's a bitch, on years it's still gonna stay the same
Drive your own shit, fuck your own bitch
Taking steps from others like you never had no help bitch
Let em know, that everyday I had they back
I got the code, fiends really want it like it was some crack
Keys to ignition
Need, hit precision
Seems this is glitching
Weed, get to fucking bitches
Finger fuck a hoe, tell em what you know
I'm really tryna hit, I split it, I rip it, then I'm out the door
Yeah
I think I'll never learn
My own lesson, went to hell twice just to feel the burn
Fubu fakes come around, wear me out like I was that boy Earn
Huh, fuck a turn, yeah
Dead presidents, my friends are just the dividends
But listen in, the submission, in the distant end
Frivolous, feminine's in this bitch, something infinite
I know you missing it, don't you
The way you lived your life, and it's close to
Another wish I wrote you
Opposed the most, I go through
This fucking rhyme I mind
Another space in time
Absurd again, I'm working in, I know they chasing mine, huh
I go and find, yeah
Pushing past the field of change, I only got some dimes
My times on the money, and my monies on the times
And even when I'm in the fucking booth, I look behind
Because I never can trust these hitters
They slowly hurt you, but you keep it in you, something like some splinters
Hardly go outside, give me the cold shoulders, and it's not December
Its not the winter, uh
I won't defend ya, yeah
I will amend ya, different lights, different fights, uh
But I told my old friends, that I won't ever matter, go on and on
But they keep telling me, that "you matter, forever go on and on"
And now I gotta follow, down the fucking bottle
These chump ass rappers think they hard till they grab the hollow
Now I got your bitch on her knees, and you bet she swallow
Not her pride, but it's something like a wallow
Gotta get the money, fuck these bitches, that's the motto
Seeing different digits everyday like I hit the lotto
Getting higher on the Moon, like I was Apollo
Hitting fire real soon, yeah that's something I know
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Writer(s): Jon Rodriguez
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