To Have and Have Not

Hate me or love me, no, I don't care, it's the same thing .45 in your face have a great day 59 be the set, bitch, I stay grey Okay, here I come with the AK Okay, Yung Plague got the blank slate No cake, Yung Plague got a blank plate So grey, Yung Plague got to break banks No pain but I numb myself anyway Renegade gotta get away, so I levitate The human race gotta find a way to renovate Keep it simple, bitch I think I'm fucking Hemingway Gotta find a bitch that I can penetrate Let her know I ain't gonna inseminate Separate then tell her to go meditate She got depressed and overdosed now all she do is vegetate Okay, hold up Run up in the spot this a stick up Tie the bitch up Time to re-up Hit 'em with the onomatopoeia When I speak up bitch, I'm Jesus out the freezer 'Cause' I'm fucking cold, dead Better yet a threat to any motherfucker coming at the fucking set (The $carecrow) Made out of roaches and locusts Smokers who make waves like Moses, no motive Fucking some co-eds that think I'm a poet But fuck it I pour it 'til I'm slumped and loaded Reaching my lowest, they think I'm heroic Funny to me but they think that I'm chosen Illusions, illusions polluting the humans One bullet away from my problem's solutions Sippin' on Houston while I rot and ruin Almighty 59 bitch I die for my union