Ascetic Who?

Told the homie Jean
Gotta work just to eat
Little dawg doubled back hard
Got a whip in a week
Who told me I ain't killing it
Four abortions, more are forced if
God forces forces just to help em
Force me to call it quits
Find an end to every line my mind can
Rhyme refine redefine and spin spit
Split wigs heads spin off the top
Finger tips causing whirlwinds
I had a booth in the womb
Ate my Siamese twin
Not even half of what I could of been shit
Still twice the man you chose to be shit
Best been the best since he learned
He can't say it
Walk on water shatter alters when the anti
Christ is giving orders mortal men can't comprehend
She with you cuz I let her go
Figaro Figaro all I hear when I go low
High notes reach heaven when I send em in
Hell of a rhymer fucking dimes with two nickle nips
She tell me you eat ass dawg
No wonder all you talk is shit
Zip lip quick
Get Good if you wanna spit with the DemiGods
One fourth man and one fourth dog all bite no bark
Pussy cats always coughing up hair balls
Too busy sucking dick and balls porn star
Balloon loops filled head with air heads
Stupid spitters genuine concern for the rap scene
Dreams seem cheap when they sell em
Two for three four five short nights
Making best sellers in a week
Just cuz Drakes got the sales then you can't call em weak
That's weak to me
Son you weak to me
I was married to the Game till the bitch
Couldn't stop tryna fuck with me she
Playing games missing dates blue balling the G
We rugged busting hunting fake MCs
Fronting frontal battle fronts only from far
Light rays years ahead of the next one up
Born to die death to life right here right now
You better give it up in the cut when I'm
Cutting the check introspect your perspective
Look right left twice right when you cross
The light guides bright minds from the
Blissful blind see things unseen to the human
Eye can't care to watch another fronter try
This scenes my league schemed dreams
Battle bars for lunch eat beats by threes
It taught me how to survive to live to die
Bury rappers with a line berry smoothie
Very nice ice bites toes cold bars froze
It's the dude from the U tough talk don't stop

Chalked out on the sidewalk
Walk around it
We don't care about it
Licks get hit
Slap a bitch just for running lip
Run quick
Bullet tips stick to bricks
Bulls eye on your back side
Rap lines kilos
Picking up mics because this life needs heroes
Zero of the excuse
Let loose let a motherfucker
Feel the fucking feeling that we dealing
Like that
Like that
Like that
Like that
My figures getting bigger
I love all of my picture me pinching pennies
Paying for your two cents dense in the head
We don't speak to a hooligan
We don't speak to a hooligan



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Writer(s): Kevin Reyes
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