Leave Me Lone

Leave me, leave me lone I ain't, I ain't home Even if you see me through the win-window Leave me, leave me lone Cut off all my phones I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone I ain't picking up, I'm in my pickup doing stuff It don't involve the ones who text me all these Harry Potter books I know I got the magic, magic, my city ash is volcanic From my hip-hop rap mechanics, that's why they claim that I'm manic, ayy Pace back and forth like a robot The game made me, made me have no heart Don't give a fuck about no chart, 14 golds from the mud bars To double-platinums, no truck start, never ever tired no truck marks In this generation, I'm the showroom Only good credit get the press start Tryna hop in like a short skirt, leave them Broadway girls alone We're gaining from my wallet, now I'm feeling that I'm old The cowboy of the game which means I don't got a cellphone So call me what you want, I'm disconnected from all of you hoes, ayy Leave me, leave me lone I ain't, I ain't home Even if you see me through the win-window Leave me, leave me lone Cut off all my phones I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone I would say leave a voicemail But I hate you motherfucker's voice, yeah A lot of hate then all bail Wish a motherfucker would burn jail Every upsmoke got inhaled to my level higher, Upchurch God chair Evilest of geniuses in one hell of a mosh pit Enemies in music rhythm a lyrical prison I'm a finical prism with hillbilly lyricism A damage to fuck the only image that they might make come and critic The enemy grips the game stay making me bitches Tell a telephone that I'm all out of minutes Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all 'til I'm all out of digits Puttin' up a wall while your sticks on the picket Fences this is real rackster riches Going in on people that caves the mountain ridges Even cavemen sleeping on me, some of the south, you sons of bitches To this era, I'm a terror, that's why they bite my style Fuck it for your tears 'cause in the holler, got no secret now Leave me, leave me lone I ain't, I ain't home Even if you see me through the win-window Leave me, leave me lone Cut off all my phones I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone Leave me, leave me lone