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There is a place in my head that is feeding me thoughts
That life has no meaning
Somebody told me that I got to lose sleep
For the day I feel like I'm dreaming
When I get diamonds on me
They'll be for the pressure I put on my self
I know In this rap game I need a machine gun
I'm walking on eggshells shoutout to kells
Hold on
We in the studio playing with fire like cavemen
Amen
Go pray to the lord cause the verse in your head is like Satan
They told my mum I'm the devil
But I'm the creator who made them
I'm in the basement, writing my statement
Lighting rhymes like Raiden
I know how to make an impression
I'm turning their heads on every step that I take
I know my enemies jealous
I see their eyes frozen like a pic on a frame
Step out the car with a fur and some leather
Like I came straight from the 80s
But I'm looking forward to 2030 and damn it
It looks like I made it
Got two fingers in your face not looking for peace
I don't listen to nobody when it comes to my dream
I don't see no competition when I start talking shit
And I keep it steady mobbin like lil Wayne on the beat
There is a place in my head that is feeding me thoughts
that life has no meaning
Somebody told me that I got to lose sleep
For the day that I feel like I'm dreaming
I keep my 808s slapping
Cause the voice of the devil is screaming again
I keep my cigarettes burning
Smoking opponents that want to be friends
I got a magazine you cannot flip through
Shooting this shit with no aim
Everyday stand on whatever I say
Talking shit to your face with no shame
Walk in a room with a trail behind me
Look at the boots there's blood stains
My sign is a Pisces but it is conflicting
Cause I ain't following no wave
Shit is depressing again
So I get on the phone with my dealer
There is no white powder available
Guess I'm going to be the greatest white boy
After Colson, Nf and Mac Miller
Stacking my money the stack getting tall
Leaning like the tower of pizza
I don't care about my accent or about whats hot
I'm taking everything like Julius Cesar
Got two fingers in your face ain't looking for peace
There is a place in my head that is feeding me thoughts
That life has no meaning
Somebody told me that I got to loose sleep
For the day that I feel like I'm dreaming
I keep my 808s slapping
Cause the voice of the devil is screaming again
I keep my cigarettes burning
Smoking opponents that want to be friends
That life has no meaning
Somebody told me that I got to lose sleep
For the day I feel like I'm dreaming
When I get diamonds on me
They'll be for the pressure I put on my self
I know In this rap game I need a machine gun
I'm walking on eggshells shoutout to kells
Hold on
We in the studio playing with fire like cavemen
Amen
Go pray to the lord cause the verse in your head is like Satan
They told my mum I'm the devil
But I'm the creator who made them
I'm in the basement, writing my statement
Lighting rhymes like Raiden
I know how to make an impression
I'm turning their heads on every step that I take
I know my enemies jealous
I see their eyes frozen like a pic on a frame
Step out the car with a fur and some leather
Like I came straight from the 80s
But I'm looking forward to 2030 and damn it
It looks like I made it
Got two fingers in your face not looking for peace
I don't listen to nobody when it comes to my dream
I don't see no competition when I start talking shit
And I keep it steady mobbin like lil Wayne on the beat
There is a place in my head that is feeding me thoughts
that life has no meaning
Somebody told me that I got to lose sleep
For the day that I feel like I'm dreaming
I keep my 808s slapping
Cause the voice of the devil is screaming again
I keep my cigarettes burning
Smoking opponents that want to be friends
I got a magazine you cannot flip through
Shooting this shit with no aim
Everyday stand on whatever I say
Talking shit to your face with no shame
Walk in a room with a trail behind me
Look at the boots there's blood stains
My sign is a Pisces but it is conflicting
Cause I ain't following no wave
Shit is depressing again
So I get on the phone with my dealer
There is no white powder available
Guess I'm going to be the greatest white boy
After Colson, Nf and Mac Miller
Stacking my money the stack getting tall
Leaning like the tower of pizza
I don't care about my accent or about whats hot
I'm taking everything like Julius Cesar
Got two fingers in your face ain't looking for peace
There is a place in my head that is feeding me thoughts
That life has no meaning
Somebody told me that I got to loose sleep
For the day that I feel like I'm dreaming
I keep my 808s slapping
Cause the voice of the devil is screaming again
I keep my cigarettes burning
Smoking opponents that want to be friends
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Writer(s): Filippos Zakouras
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