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I went days on days with all my thoughts so outer space Imitate why you fake better go pick a fucking lane Got the mace for yo face swinging that shit to bust yo brain I gotta date with a lil k then I'm gon drive myself off a the bridge I'm gonna spit shit so erratic I'm gonna split your wig and then mash it Then I'm gon sip it outta my chalice Stacking them carcasses in my palace All of my dick getting so raw From all of these fuckers that riding my cock I getting lost feel like a moth Killing myself and I turn into dust I'm gon stay down turnt up my whole life a fucking joke Grab a rope for my throat now Saliva Grey a ghost Grey the smoke Grey the goat grate the skin up off my skull Skully full of my song I don't give fuck about you or your music I'm bumping the 187 the fluent of Grey the flow stupid I'm feeling like Judas No you ain't fooling Me or my crew with All of your tunes so don't act like you do this I just be boolin Don't need a toolie Just a lil spit from Saliva he drooling Why you be looking? Focus on you and Maybe your life would better you stupid Run up with Saliva turn his body fucking grey Feel like Style-Bender way I punch him in his face Have him breathing shallow put him in his motherfucking grave Im gripping up on the fucking K cause I'm in love with the pain Ever since I was a kid I knew that I would be alone Six in the morning and I'm up scrolling through my fucking phone Chopping up a Xanax and imma drop it in my styrofoam I'm snorting on a line of K I feel it fucking up my dome bitch Rising up from the dead just to put the glick up to my head Imma slang the lead like I'm playing Red Dead I'm hella fucked up so I could give a fuck about what you said I do a lot of cocaine and I'm mixing with some bitches meds Running around with 187 imma cause a ruckus You a broke ass bitch go ahead and get some funds and Don't get shot up in your head because we toting on some slugs and You a baby ass bitch you talking big but then you running Talk big and get hit in the lip like you're Paulo Costa Sally G be selling greens yeah we really come from the bottom hoe Sold the dope And made the dough We living better hoe Came and we fucked up the game 180K I want a little more
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