RXXX IX PXXXX

Ay shroom cart hit me right
I'm seeing double in the light
I'm thinking with an open mind
But we don't speak it like a mime
I see youre wasting all my time
By Trying find these alibis
I can never ever die
You did me wrong why did you lie
The guilt will eat you from inside

Bitch im laced up
With tracers
Hearts racing
I'm famous
On paper
Make payments
With paper
To do me a favor
What flavor
You made of

Brought a fucking pound to the function
Call it loud
Smoking when I am around
Did you hear that fucking sound
Think it's coming from the ground
Better pack your things I'm hellbound
With a subtle frown
But I'm aiming for the crown
Its Something real special when I come to town

I don't really care
Grab your fucking hair
Sit you in a chair
Shoot a fucking flare

I'm the new arrival
I'm the king and you can shove it

Me and baggy jack
Are sitting back to back
Just Spitting out these fucking raps

You know him as vyle
He sent christ into denial
Stackin beats up in a pile



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Blackburn, Tyson Dean O'bryan
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