Spit venom then I crawl

Got to pin ‘em to the wall

I’m something like a spider you can’t ignore

What I do

My type’s to stay true

Anticipating ain’t no thing, anti-venom has no clue

How to go against

My fly with no wings

A tiger no fangs

Y’all just so useless

Sitcom, no FRIENDS

Yeah, that’s no. six

Don’t mean no violence

Just hate the silence

That you complete

I’d like to hear screams

No Jeffrey Epstein

But my sweet sixteens

Are made for me

I’ll rather no tease

You act like a Fein

No Travis, beach please

Staining here all the walls

Try me you’re getting offed

Put my palms right on their balls, pause

Nevermind, they jerked of

Cause they’re seeing all the notes I wrote and now they getting pissed off

So full of some emotions, let me tell what the bits are (STOP IT)

To spend all my money does not make me richer

Touch sun like a golden globe when I go filming

I’m going psycho, move cash like a banker

I bail with my mask even though I’m a Christian

Woah

You ever think where your feelings are

Y’all beating sticks like police batons

Yeah, so upfront, no subliminal

Needing more space cause we linear

Parking on left with a right hand drive

Going back home, get some wine and dine

Eat all plates, and I might contrive

This whole rap shit, it’s all ride or die

Don’t talk about ice, I talk about rise

Talk about wise with my Viking eyes

Alls up north where I’m hiding at

Making big moves like a Poltergeist

Romania where my heart is, I’m never leaving here, paraplegic

Everything goes away within a second when I write a lyric

How bout I go back to Mars, leaving shit here like a roadside picnic

It’s true got ski’s when we slide down through every single goal we pick

Leaving stains of snot on my polo shirt

Cause I’m too sick on my solo work

My type extinct, be a dodo bird

Take these ducks down, fall in slow motion

Got my steer from boat owners

Now turned marines, cold oceans

This shit is like town owners

Your house’s getting foreclosured

You’re not gonna make it in rap

Sure won’t if I don’t try it, in fact

Where my girls at?

Don’t know, then I guess I’m a lone rat

But loved as fuck, like I’m called Gatsby

Bitch don’t harass me like paparazzis

Exposure needed and the focus right,

Like the scarlett color when I broke spines

Like Joel, I’m the last of us, you know I’m a fun guy

Put that on pizza, it’s a hit, it’s a bulls eye

Take a shot but I won’t die

Say you real but it’s all plastic

Ironic, only the fake shirt on you is fabric

I’d ask if you human, robotics

Bitch prolly, if you die then you can’t haunt me

Search for Clout no Offset

It’s weird cause my first project

Wasn’t even recorded in my closet

It was on an alley, I was like ten

They say I won’t make it cause my white tan

Makes a contrast on my black vans

Like my trance

Ain’t talking bout drugs, bro fuck plants

See it areal, like I fly a drone

This my rebirth, madam, fuck a palindrome

Doesn’t matter if you like it, Imma find a zone

Full of people that gon’ play my songs

Like to complain my hoes?

Then go complain some more

One day you’ll end up on your knees like when you praise the lord

Fuck

You lock me out then imma break the doors

Cause I’m not your only problem, when it rains it pours

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