Flatline

(Laughter)
Was only interested in human life
First to destroy it, then recreate it

Flatline
Bringing 'em back for the last time, yeah
Whoa now
Urban, vent, ill with the boro now, aye
Drop that, scalpel (uh)
Pop that, clamp in (uh)
I'm back, snapping (yeah)
Tell 'em won't have it no other way

Bury my body then dig it back up on some other shit
Y'all can not fuck with it
Consorting with entities that come from a different galaxy
Just like the mothership
And I got something lit
Ride around hotter than summer in Florida bumming it
And I be bumping it, Lil baby and Gunna shit
Never recovering, (uh)
Take acid and drip like it's something wet
Creep in the dark like a silhouette
Got fog on my glasses, wearing this mask
They cannot see all my vision yet
Wait for the bullshit to dissipate
Niggas fingers is all on my dinner plate
Cause they hungry and late like they missed the wait
Er, human, cut 'em off, just like I trimmed the weight
Wait, just like I trimmed the hate
Hey (waiting to live again in the body I made with my own hands)
Aye, aye, aye, aye (my own hands)
My own hands, is groping, mind open (yeah)
The beat like the pressure is smokin'
Hitting it hard like hadouken
24, 7 we open
Deal with the pain ibuprofen
Watching out how they approaching
Niggas ain't smooth get some lotion
Sensor detecting the motion
They slipping up, it's like the floor's wet
Tell 'em they telling and tell 'em to pick it up
Face or the pace I don't give a fuck
Out of my face, all of the fake
Why they betray when you give the trust
I don't know, I can only keep it solid
And only speak for myself I don't know nothing about 'em
Dead (Aye)

Flatline
Bringing 'em back for the last time, yeah
Whoa now
Urban, vent, ill with the boro now, aye (Sandman)
Drop that, scalpel (uh)
Pop that, clamp in (uh)
I'm back, snapping (yeah)
Tell 'em won't have it no other way

Tell 'em to go find another way
This road is closed couldn't open another day
Hoping that someone prays
Find myself in the scope of another lame
Think of my honey back home that I wanna slay yeah
Money I want to make
More problems, reinvest to the real and best
See it stretch, what you needing next
Gorilla on the beat I'm a beat my chest
Wanna see me flex, then I need a check
Dogs howl at the moon, we could eat a pet
Savage feed on the weaker flesh (yes)
You ain't nothing you ain't somebody 'til someone kills you
Now how you tell the world and make 'em feel you
Before that

Flatline
Bringing 'em back for the last time, yeah
Whoa now
Urban, vent ill with the boro now, aye
Drop that, acid
Pop that, tab in
I'm back-flashing
Aye, trippy trippy trippy

(Thats Dee Wheezy on the beat boy)



Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Walls, Manuel Perez
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