Panorama // Morgue Murder
I don't want change; I'ma be high
I don't say names; we don't see eyes
I don't need reins; I don't see why
Wouldn't put my name on the shit
It cost a couple more to skirt off the revive
I don't need fame with this shit
I took another pill; it mixed with the whoa
Yeah... Yeah
We in the league like KD in the scope
Passed a couple hundred niggas involved
When they get up, get it tinted, committed
Invent division; I'm demented in ropes
That boy makes 'em nervous;
We rented the team In Ibiza,
Need a hundred features with folk
I don't even know the reason he spoke
Give or take; we bring the demons;
He hopes. That's plural
Running in and out committee my morals
Any given written nigga; it's floral
Any given day, we mob in the hurls
Nigga stands on business; take off the pearls
Nigga got offended when he's in swirls
Only step in if you step with a purpose
100 million on the page, and they're nervous
Yeah Yeah
I don't want change; I'ma be high
I don't say names; we don't see eyes
I don't need reins; I don't see why
Wouldn't put my name on the shit
It cost a couple more to skirt off the revive
I don't need fame with this shit
I took another pill; it mixed with the whoa
"He cursed the land and rose from death
To take their scared children
If he's near and he smells your fear
Their might be a figure walking down the hall
Or a crooked shadow on your bedroom wall
But if he's really out to get you
You'll hear a crooked bell
Then he'll drag your soul down to crooked hell"
Yeah yeah
Still in my ways, Still at the top of the lists
That you niggas envision like huh
I don't complain
Never stood up to me; bitches
I can't be convinced like it's huh
Outta respect that I give to the niggas
That give me respect; I'ma ride with the huh
All those Co-signs
Got you gassed out your head
Niggas thought I was dead
I might pop out with huh
Don't entertain all the comments
I'm born for this shit for millenniums coming
We huh
Then tell my kids we went platinum
Yo pops was a beast,
And I never got flattened like huh
20 or more on my bracket
I might do the math when we done
All you niggas my sons
I don't see any Options;
Might sign for the profit
We made it my momma
Need commas; like huh
I don't say names; we don't see eyes
I don't need reins; I don't see why
Wouldn't put my name on the shit
It cost a couple more to skirt off the revive
I don't need fame with this shit
I took another pill; it mixed with the whoa
Yeah... Yeah
We in the league like KD in the scope
Passed a couple hundred niggas involved
When they get up, get it tinted, committed
Invent division; I'm demented in ropes
That boy makes 'em nervous;
We rented the team In Ibiza,
Need a hundred features with folk
I don't even know the reason he spoke
Give or take; we bring the demons;
He hopes. That's plural
Running in and out committee my morals
Any given written nigga; it's floral
Any given day, we mob in the hurls
Nigga stands on business; take off the pearls
Nigga got offended when he's in swirls
Only step in if you step with a purpose
100 million on the page, and they're nervous
Yeah Yeah
I don't want change; I'ma be high
I don't say names; we don't see eyes
I don't need reins; I don't see why
Wouldn't put my name on the shit
It cost a couple more to skirt off the revive
I don't need fame with this shit
I took another pill; it mixed with the whoa
"He cursed the land and rose from death
To take their scared children
If he's near and he smells your fear
Their might be a figure walking down the hall
Or a crooked shadow on your bedroom wall
But if he's really out to get you
You'll hear a crooked bell
Then he'll drag your soul down to crooked hell"
Yeah yeah
Still in my ways, Still at the top of the lists
That you niggas envision like huh
I don't complain
Never stood up to me; bitches
I can't be convinced like it's huh
Outta respect that I give to the niggas
That give me respect; I'ma ride with the huh
All those Co-signs
Got you gassed out your head
Niggas thought I was dead
I might pop out with huh
Don't entertain all the comments
I'm born for this shit for millenniums coming
We huh
Then tell my kids we went platinum
Yo pops was a beast,
And I never got flattened like huh
20 or more on my bracket
I might do the math when we done
All you niggas my sons
I don't see any Options;
Might sign for the profit
We made it my momma
Need commas; like huh
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