RIP Tracy (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & billy woods)

I like music that makes me cry Uneasy steps, deep in it like needle and flesh In the center couldn't see the end Indecision leave the pieces split down the middle I confess still resent for me I need to redirect Thought you found you a little easy in I need you to back up A couple steps, you're clouding the lens One script worth a thousand pictures A million miles a minute, how the vision spilling out? Ghost face, killer crib was overcrowded I know the feeling Except now it's a house of mirrors I'm broken into the whole reveal On some Jordan pill shit Whole team was me, I'm the only villain Sorry bitch (I regret it) My ancestors wildest dreams versus nightmares God bless the child with his own And taught the one without it robbing Same time out here tryna change and stay silent Take care if Bruce Lee say to be water I don't know no soul I'm foreign to cordial, don't snooze I got a couple more moves to show you (here we go) (Here we go, now I know what y'all came to see) (Know what y'all came to see) (Is what's gonna happen) All that sound and fury and read like pantomime What do I know though, I'm just a regular guy Put designer jeans on one leg at a time You'd be surprised like bruises on the inner thighs If you knew your muses inner lives Wondering why it's a rhyme Newsmen in the eyes Sometimes you run out of lies Sometimes you tell the truth just to pull them all sides, huh Your hot song is a couple funny lines Or to summarize, couple of big sativas I'm from where it's always summertime My life is a movie, silent Black and white king's dream Wake up and choose violence Look around, you chose right Two T-N-S, we fee, we war, driving Uber Eats Spin the block, war-like, kill an army The blooded tyrants going cheap as hell by the pipe Them things are cheap But still 3D print will get you Everything but the Lazer's sight This life, blink of an eye And it's back to yesterday's price You're only as good as your last book Something is really bad if you don't like that Wake up thinking 'bout my past man, would've killed my ass If it hadn't been for the police coming 'round the street at the right time I done got lucky, babe What language, that But you can't be good, biting from somebody else I bite from nobody, I bite from nobody 'Cause I'm great, and I'ma show you I'm great Uh, one can never be a fine artist if one hasn't lived And experienced most of life's, um