Misfit (feat. Rasp-5 & Lucinda)

On the job

Rather death than retired

This isnt Jimi’s Guitar

Never fret getting fired

My own boss

Respected admired and dressed in attire Looking like a product you should have invested in higher

Forget the designer

Whole games up on the shoulders

None of your soldiers got hands

They bluffin at poker

Two types of heads in this world

Those I’m cool with

and those that stay crying

“WHEN THE FUCK IS IT OVER?!”

The Rover come with a cheuffer

Tough as a Doberman

Told women

Want the gold

look for luck in a clover

Moved 3 out a qp

then I put an O on the table like I forgot to put a cup on a coaster

I’m Mothafuckin misfit

Come up on a lick

Wrist lit like a thick bitch running with a Fitbit

Talkin slick shit get ya life force stopped

Not I got a grip on your soul like a psych ward sock

Got ghosts

Livin inside my garden

I’m a misfit

Die die my darlin

Skyline darkened

And ghost arose

And they all got robbed for the golden souls

No rest for the wicked

Rest rest for the wicked

Waitin’ for satan to sign my pardon

Im a misfit

Die die my darlin

Ima ima misfit

Ima misfit

9 joints sparked in the Sprinter van

Graff legend

5 points star like a pentagram

Bitch you been a fan

Get ya dinner ran

Got it off the digi scale

But thats beside the point like its milligrams

Kids are bitter

couldnt give a damn

they keep their Rage covered knowin

How I Could Just Kill a Man.

it aint Cyprus Hill

They actin heat

Like they Al and Bobby D

Till I humble them with a Righteous Kill

My type of skill like a ricin pill

Life is ill

Don’t need a Kodak moment

My life is Leika film

More weight measured

go hard chase cheddar

zips hittin 50 an O and they

arent Mayweather

my off days never

the car brake severed

Spark haze

7 Ls on Deck like a

Czarface record

bars way better

its straight pressure

Better respect that

And watch me break the mold like celebrity death match

Got ghosts

Livin inside my garden

I’m a misfit

Die die my darlin

Skyline darkened

And ghost arose

And they all got robbed for the golden souls

No rest for the wicked

Rest rest for the wicked

Waitin’ for satan to sign my pardon

Im a misfit

Die die my darlin

Ima ima misfit

Ima misfit