Lucid Shooter
Long nights countless hours ticking by
Tick tock clocking in working my nine to five
Super smoothing out the place like jam
Jamming out these fucking shelves cause they don't stock themselves
But I ain't santa, definitely not no box boy
I don't need a stereo I just beat box boy
Kick snare inside my memory act the fucking part boy
Paka work my magic like a mother fucking hot boy
Coming out the flock boy, I'm flying
Always speaking facts bitch I'm never fucking lying
Lying in a bed of clouds sleeping off my fucking high and
Sativa dreaming, lucid shooting all fucking night and
Just like a right spin
Clockwise, you worshiping the Glock nine
Feeling all the power trigger finger all those shots fire
Spik lighter spiff sparking up the blunt passing
To the real ones, only fuck with people that got the ambition
Cause I am on a mission, to decimate the game, bring up the fucking misfits
Cause they the dopest people, seems like society don't even treat em equal
But I'm not going pity though
Hypnotize, drowning in the bass while my soul fantasize
Lucid dreaming on the trigger, gripping Forty-fives
Shooters hit the head shot no time to analyze, only time to analyze only time to die
These violent words feed my soul when I'm angry
Fantasizing about blood, death, killers, and danger
Thinking what I'd do if anybody try to test me
Might not see tomorrow, clearly, or at all
Psychedelic tripping off the acidic
Headshots missing cause I'm slurred in my vision
See I'm fucking reckless with every decision
Can't aim for precision only got time for collision
Yeah, but I got a mission, I can't do no long division
Slowly lining up my shot, cause I'm seeing triple vision
I make no split decisions cause i ain't thinking bout living
Know, I'm just a fucking misfit Know that they don't gotta listen
Yeah you know I'd never fold, go catch your stack your rubber bands
Diamonds blind your sniper scope so i'm lifting up my hands
And I'll blind ya, yeah I'll blind ya, so bright I won't ever hide behind you
Hypnotize, drowning in the bass while my soul fantasize
Lucid dreaming on the trigger, gripping Forty-fives
Shooters hit the head shot no time to analyze, only time to analyze only time to die
Tick tock clocking in working my nine to five
Super smoothing out the place like jam
Jamming out these fucking shelves cause they don't stock themselves
But I ain't santa, definitely not no box boy
I don't need a stereo I just beat box boy
Kick snare inside my memory act the fucking part boy
Paka work my magic like a mother fucking hot boy
Coming out the flock boy, I'm flying
Always speaking facts bitch I'm never fucking lying
Lying in a bed of clouds sleeping off my fucking high and
Sativa dreaming, lucid shooting all fucking night and
Just like a right spin
Clockwise, you worshiping the Glock nine
Feeling all the power trigger finger all those shots fire
Spik lighter spiff sparking up the blunt passing
To the real ones, only fuck with people that got the ambition
Cause I am on a mission, to decimate the game, bring up the fucking misfits
Cause they the dopest people, seems like society don't even treat em equal
But I'm not going pity though
Hypnotize, drowning in the bass while my soul fantasize
Lucid dreaming on the trigger, gripping Forty-fives
Shooters hit the head shot no time to analyze, only time to analyze only time to die
These violent words feed my soul when I'm angry
Fantasizing about blood, death, killers, and danger
Thinking what I'd do if anybody try to test me
Might not see tomorrow, clearly, or at all
Psychedelic tripping off the acidic
Headshots missing cause I'm slurred in my vision
See I'm fucking reckless with every decision
Can't aim for precision only got time for collision
Yeah, but I got a mission, I can't do no long division
Slowly lining up my shot, cause I'm seeing triple vision
I make no split decisions cause i ain't thinking bout living
Know, I'm just a fucking misfit Know that they don't gotta listen
Yeah you know I'd never fold, go catch your stack your rubber bands
Diamonds blind your sniper scope so i'm lifting up my hands
And I'll blind ya, yeah I'll blind ya, so bright I won't ever hide behind you
Hypnotize, drowning in the bass while my soul fantasize
Lucid dreaming on the trigger, gripping Forty-fives
Shooters hit the head shot no time to analyze, only time to analyze only time to die
Credits
Writer(s): Lopaka Acia
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