BEAKER (feat. Blvck Svm)

I'm in a hoe all the way in her tummy tuckin' 40 bussin' robitussin' sippin' rum Sent a couple instrumentals over to the latest, greatest independent Svm Heard his verses, 20 Prada purses writtens spittin' cursive pen and a thumb Biggest lesson, been reflectin', recollectin' how depression is keepin' me numb Seein' a text from my momma remind me of trauma I learned from the future So I'ma pull me the lever and take me and rip out the beautiful beaker Please, prayin' my family restin' in peace otherwise I'll be in pieces a mess for somebody to clean The beaker a dangerous thing for you and for me I said a rip out the beaker gon' help me process all the demons they hidin' inside my closet I said, rip out the beaker, gon' help me process all the demons, they hidin' inside my closet 458 with a turbo the fastest, I'm on the interstate dashing I'm tryna make it more aerodynamic my demons are flankin' me Try not to crash it, try not to do nothin' drastic Bro got the F&N plastic, foldin' this pocket like origami Got a new crib, I need more uncommon deer to decorate One-of-one on me no replicate YSL loafers can check the lace Vegan lil' Shorty just gave me a hickey Cause all of these carats on necklace I need the Moncler coat with the red and the black on the wrist like a checker space Recently hit me, I gotta dream bigger I'm reachin' my goals at a record pace Seem like its always a cheddar chase, yeah Carve out the trap like a jack-o-lantern Money schedule, it lately could pack a planner Chains on me, never lackin' banner And they move when I move like a backup dancer Jibba callin' me a necromancer 'cause of how I summon up the dead, ay See me summin' up the bread Started this shit, I'ma finish it Look at these demons, they went and just Took all my innocence, leavin' no witnesses Keep it cause me and this beaker get intimate Can't talk down on you, I'm above that shit The A47, I run that shit I plot and the label gon' fund that shit I'm a lil' extra, but they love that shit And hopefully, niggas that's ridin' with me don't wanna smoke with me Secretly hopin' the worst don't fold for me Who's the next out of the city, you know it's me The way it was written was poetry So I can't entertain none of the nonsense Can't entertain a thing until I just process Hey pass me that I said a rip out the beaker gon' help me process All the demons, they hidin' inside my closet I said a rip out the beaker gon' help me process All the demons, they hidin' inside my closet