Lyrics get you high

The FBI gonna have to seize this

Calling up my momma

Cause I know she won't believe it

I cut off his fingers

If he thinks of playin me again

Tryna count this beat

But now he only gets to three

Like I

Been through the most with you

Sick of a diet

The weight was you

Cross me again like religion

Pray to the power

That karma a bitch and I see it through

Sinister runnin' loose

Picture a person like me in your living room

I bring an energy higher than you consume

I won't rest baby you know I got work to do

Lyrics get you high

The FBI gone have to seize this

Calling up my momma cause I know she won't believe it

I cut off his fingers if he thinks of playing me again

Trying to count this beat and now he only get to three like

Take a step down

I aint looking for trouble

Know there's dark up in my soul

When I look at all these numbers

Feel like I'm the only one who'd take my life to hear a better plan

Devil dressed up in suit and tie

Got the nerve to still think it's your land

Words on a canvas I'm paintin your future like this is me selling my thoughts

I worry

I worry

I worry

I worry

I worry

Somebody turn this shit off

Aye

Back it up

That's still not enough

I'm a need 10 feet

Lastly

2c's just to breath

Fighting for the air

O

I'm going for the green

Lyrics get you high

The FBI gone have to seize this

Calling up my momma cause I know she won't believe it

I cut off his fingers if he thinks of playing me again

Trying to count this beat and now he only get to three like

I haven't gave you a lyric like this since my dad measured me on the wall

I haven't said you a bitch

To him or the others

You'll have to hear it in this song

Grinding my nails down with my teeth

Sharpen your mind till it cut beef

I'm a put my hands down in this game so dirty

At the top of my ashes burning

Pack it up

Yeah

Pack it up

Yeah

Pack it up I'm coming

Pack it up

Pack it up yeah

Pack it up yeah

Pack it up yeah

Pack it up yeah I'm coming home