missile launcher @yourbitchapartment

Broke a bicuspid from biting the bullet then I
Broke an 1800, clear shot to ya skull
It's Hakeem, Dream shit, soar with rocket propulsion
Toward it, wardin' off demons with a full clip
Repulsive, ya gotta learn to the hone the craft, focus
I feel God coursing in me from booth to pulpit, worshipped
Stack ammo on some Scavenger Pro shit
Hang up gloves it's a waste training like corsets
On shoulders, so much weight, need a forklift
Learned to control it, now I walk like Braun Strowman
Catch bodies like a Cirque du Soleil performance
Hold a heavy chain from all this shine imported
Walk in designer shops, manager stare like I'm foreign
Grind, she don't know it, just my pigment showin'
Beard strokin', wiser than my years, bitch notice
I buy the store, then I fire her the next mornin'

'Til I'm gone, goin' dumb, fingers numb, from the jottin'
Bein' honest, non stoppin', gone psychotic from the plottin'
Late nights, early mornings, next step, all I'm thinkin'
Wheels turnin', business meetings
Search for meanin', stroke of genius
'Til I'm gone, goin' dumb, fingers numb, from the jottin'
Bein' honest, non stoppin', gone psychotic from the plottin'
Late nights, early mornings, next step, all I'm thinkin'
Wheels turnin', business meetings
Search for meanin', stroke of genius

Been psychotic, on narcotics, I'm dope
Body beats, a verse, I body 'em both
Hit 'em with a line but not through ya nose and a
Bar alone'll make 'em all overdose
Man of honor but ain't been on the roll
I'm the shit, the potty, I gotta go
Say I got it, then I got it fasho
Different animal since all y'all the GOAT
Ain't no style of mine that's bitten off, ain't scripted, nah
you motherfuckers picked the part, get picked apart
I can't relate, it picked the god. A missile launcher
Aim it at ya bitch apartment, like whoa
Getting a little bit off topic, aren't we? Sorry
I lost my mind, I got it back, Unknown and the fuckin' Scholar
Signing nada 'less it got a couple commas, like whoa
Gotta go and slow it down, let me go and slow it down
Everybody known us now, soon we 'bout to own the town
Know that it's over now, controlling now
You want smoke? I'll roll a pound, ah shit
Smoked myself sober now, on this road alone
I'mma go the mile like

Workin overtime, get off, double back, camels
Lit with the match to steady my damn mental
Gettin' my dinner from the pastors at the chapels
Makin' it at 15th by the skin of my enamel
Rationin' half can of Campbells between me and my damsel
In distress, sweatin', next check don't come 'til next week
Gotta pay the debts or the whip get repossessed
And I can't make my shift, then resort to hittin' licks

'Til I'm gone, goin' dumb, fingers numb, from the jottin'
Bein' honest, non stoppin', gone psychotic from the plottin'
Late nights, early mornings, next step, all I'm thinkin'
Wheels turnin', business meetings
Search for meanin', stroke of genius
'Til I'm gone, goin' dumb, fingers numb, from the jottin'
Bein' honest, non stoppin', gone psychotic from the plottin'
Late nights, early mornings, next step, all I'm thinkin'
Wheels turnin', business meetings
Search for meanin', stroke of genius



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