MEMPHIS, TN.
I'm not inhuman I'm inhumane
In these parts everyday it can rain
I got secret identities like Bruce Wayne
Choppa out the psych ward cause that shit is insane
My bars highly flammable in other words Butane
Please get out my lane we are not the same
Don't make me put you on a gild and turn you to a stain
I locked his chain in the safe
Then the pistol whip I pray
Why my mind is so depraved
I take it to my filthy grave
Accidentally baked his finger
Now I got a Bloody Mary coke
The clip adjust his nose
Give 'em beats no Bose
Spiked bat it look like rose
Gotta run from coast to coast
They taken my ID of course
Demonic rituals of sorts
I Light em' like a pack new ports
A new flash of the day I rose
Cashing checks Monopoly
Approximately
They call me Walter white of this anomaly
Got Ransom like the Somali
The oldie ain't a part of me
Their house apart from here
I kill like pneumonia did Reagan
Petrified of death
Scared of crosses Like I'm pagan
6 feet under where they laying
I'm not joining if my gun still spraying
I'm Not playing
I'll keep spraying
Even if my mom keep praying
If you find the house I stay in
Pick the place your corpse decay in
I'm not inhuman I'm inhumane
In these parts everyday it can rain
I got secret identities like Bruce Wayne
Choppa out the psych ward cause that shit is insane
What I say?
I'm not inhuman I'm inhumane
In these parts everyday it can rain
I got secret identities like Bruce Wayne
Choppa out the psych ward cause that shit is insane
They pray lord Kumbaye
The roomba spread the blood all over the apartment
In the shape of a pentagram
Think my robot haunted
Think I need me a new acronym
Who the madder man
Who the badder who made blood splatter
Make em' climb the ladder to the lords attic
I get guns across the Atlantic
Lock myself in panic rooms
Carry heat like TTC
3D printed guns i call them UGC
You can't fuck with me
I parry disses
When I launch it's like an SA missile
Scary with the K making blood drizzle
My hands wrapped around in bandages a mummy
Wear a seatbelt or get launched like Test dummies
Boy you best be scared of me
I watched the air escape his lungs I'm talking ain't no E-U-P-A-
Get up off my dick uh
Say they-
Same ole shit
I be doing all this same ole shit
Hol on hol on hol on hol on
Damn that shit was dope
I told you that was gon be some of the best shit you ever heard
Shit I thought you was lying
Me lying? you hearing yo self right now mane?
Just saying you juuging like a Mf
Mane shut yo stupid ass up ticket to hell boutta start
In these parts everyday it can rain
I got secret identities like Bruce Wayne
Choppa out the psych ward cause that shit is insane
My bars highly flammable in other words Butane
Please get out my lane we are not the same
Don't make me put you on a gild and turn you to a stain
I locked his chain in the safe
Then the pistol whip I pray
Why my mind is so depraved
I take it to my filthy grave
Accidentally baked his finger
Now I got a Bloody Mary coke
The clip adjust his nose
Give 'em beats no Bose
Spiked bat it look like rose
Gotta run from coast to coast
They taken my ID of course
Demonic rituals of sorts
I Light em' like a pack new ports
A new flash of the day I rose
Cashing checks Monopoly
Approximately
They call me Walter white of this anomaly
Got Ransom like the Somali
The oldie ain't a part of me
Their house apart from here
I kill like pneumonia did Reagan
Petrified of death
Scared of crosses Like I'm pagan
6 feet under where they laying
I'm not joining if my gun still spraying
I'm Not playing
I'll keep spraying
Even if my mom keep praying
If you find the house I stay in
Pick the place your corpse decay in
I'm not inhuman I'm inhumane
In these parts everyday it can rain
I got secret identities like Bruce Wayne
Choppa out the psych ward cause that shit is insane
What I say?
I'm not inhuman I'm inhumane
In these parts everyday it can rain
I got secret identities like Bruce Wayne
Choppa out the psych ward cause that shit is insane
They pray lord Kumbaye
The roomba spread the blood all over the apartment
In the shape of a pentagram
Think my robot haunted
Think I need me a new acronym
Who the madder man
Who the badder who made blood splatter
Make em' climb the ladder to the lords attic
I get guns across the Atlantic
Lock myself in panic rooms
Carry heat like TTC
3D printed guns i call them UGC
You can't fuck with me
I parry disses
When I launch it's like an SA missile
Scary with the K making blood drizzle
My hands wrapped around in bandages a mummy
Wear a seatbelt or get launched like Test dummies
Boy you best be scared of me
I watched the air escape his lungs I'm talking ain't no E-U-P-A-
Get up off my dick uh
Say they-
Same ole shit
I be doing all this same ole shit
Hol on hol on hol on hol on
Damn that shit was dope
I told you that was gon be some of the best shit you ever heard
Shit I thought you was lying
Me lying? you hearing yo self right now mane?
Just saying you juuging like a Mf
Mane shut yo stupid ass up ticket to hell boutta start
Credits
Writer(s): Trae Ashad
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