Rare Collectible

Tryna stay alive bro violence is infinite
Humans is tripping man fuck all that shit
Talking that bullshit I'm cracking your lid
Just gimme my money n there ain't a problem
He thinking he funny we take em and toss em

Leave him inna ditch his neck bleed out
Feed him to the fish he resting now
You gon act a bitch yo end is now
Bet they going back to count they rounds

Stalking the streets I ain't make no sounds
Walking on water got my ups and downs
Bet they think I'm lying, I got eyes around
I just can't wait till the sun go down

Catch em in da streets on da roundabout
Pulling up swift let da hellhounds out
Open a rift then the jinn come out
Crown got split and his blood pour out

Super 6 Club we run it now
S6C go dumby now
ESC that 333 got ESP
Got pills on me, I need some tree
I got some shroomies, got some Lucy
They ain't fucking with me nah

I just been on my shaman shit
Research ancient knowledges
To the past sufis I pay homages
Worshipping some goddesses

Control the jinn and the hominids
Get knocked right off my pedestal
You Kno I'm right back on my shit
The way we move incredible

This that fucking blessed spit
It's a fucking spectacle
This that fucking shit that they be calling rare collectible
I got an ancient cypher that I carved inside the pentacle
Our magick is legitimate, your shit all hypothetical



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Writer(s): Cody Beyer-vitolo
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