Remedy
If your afternoon is lacking then baby I got the remedy
MickyD's for a coke and the liquor store for some Hennessy
Open up Spotify thumbs down everything but the enemy
X, ghost, and tap, we gon blow your mind like a Kennedy
Heavenly be the adjectives critics use to describe me
Anxiety and depression symptoms what's deep inside me
I'm wily, goofy, and smiley a silver spoon god denied me
My trauma done birthed a rapper
But really that don't surprise me
My poetry stoically overloads from the rotary
Notably woefully likely overgrown with the woe is me
Focusing locally, folks will say I'm dope when they notice me
Hopefully, ghost will be the star I know they're supposed to be
Yall just clowns man homie don't play that
Never back down any time a crowd say rap
Joy like Mounds whenever the Ghost spray facts
Get a few pounds at a club in the UK stat, Save that
Or don't, it doesn't matter G
I know i killed the beat it's irrelevant if you flatter me
A Killing Field left if the server decides to battle me
Bring your top 5 and I'm sure I can leave em rattled, B
Tragedy stricken gravity dipping, Hennessy sipping, I do arrive
Magically spitting, casualties ticking, I see the light
Cryptic X I'm mixing sex with ambition
Turn track two into a Ten after applying my vision
I see the dark lit by the sparks, fields for the killing
Character arc tear you apart, tragedy building
Godfather energy, cones what they sending me
Kill you Sonny's with brevity, X'ed by the enemy
Tell you, Cryptic the brains, Jinx and Ghost are the brawn
Leave you in, 3 kinds of pain, you try to step to the Dons
If life's my mom I'm Oedipus
Fuck that bitch like i aint know who Jocasta is
Life's got a way of making things change
For the rats that flee the cage
Try to fortify the maze
Try to build us in
Instead of building out
Non-fiction real story
Started from the bottom now we're here
Killing field so I field killas
Ghost and X got you leaking from your vest
In retrospect, prolly shoulda given more and taken less
But that's accounting all the bad times
Swallow em like a good lie
And that's why
I never stop scheming
Never stop dreaming
Never stop coming off top
Seemingly beaming
Started off disabled and depressed
Still the same but now I know that I'm the best
KFR on your AM
MickyD's for a coke and the liquor store for some Hennessy
Open up Spotify thumbs down everything but the enemy
X, ghost, and tap, we gon blow your mind like a Kennedy
Heavenly be the adjectives critics use to describe me
Anxiety and depression symptoms what's deep inside me
I'm wily, goofy, and smiley a silver spoon god denied me
My trauma done birthed a rapper
But really that don't surprise me
My poetry stoically overloads from the rotary
Notably woefully likely overgrown with the woe is me
Focusing locally, folks will say I'm dope when they notice me
Hopefully, ghost will be the star I know they're supposed to be
Yall just clowns man homie don't play that
Never back down any time a crowd say rap
Joy like Mounds whenever the Ghost spray facts
Get a few pounds at a club in the UK stat, Save that
Or don't, it doesn't matter G
I know i killed the beat it's irrelevant if you flatter me
A Killing Field left if the server decides to battle me
Bring your top 5 and I'm sure I can leave em rattled, B
Tragedy stricken gravity dipping, Hennessy sipping, I do arrive
Magically spitting, casualties ticking, I see the light
Cryptic X I'm mixing sex with ambition
Turn track two into a Ten after applying my vision
I see the dark lit by the sparks, fields for the killing
Character arc tear you apart, tragedy building
Godfather energy, cones what they sending me
Kill you Sonny's with brevity, X'ed by the enemy
Tell you, Cryptic the brains, Jinx and Ghost are the brawn
Leave you in, 3 kinds of pain, you try to step to the Dons
If life's my mom I'm Oedipus
Fuck that bitch like i aint know who Jocasta is
Life's got a way of making things change
For the rats that flee the cage
Try to fortify the maze
Try to build us in
Instead of building out
Non-fiction real story
Started from the bottom now we're here
Killing field so I field killas
Ghost and X got you leaking from your vest
In retrospect, prolly shoulda given more and taken less
But that's accounting all the bad times
Swallow em like a good lie
And that's why
I never stop scheming
Never stop dreaming
Never stop coming off top
Seemingly beaming
Started off disabled and depressed
Still the same but now I know that I'm the best
KFR on your AM
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Jenkins
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