They wanted the one-two-three

They don't want the four-five-six

It ain't fun to be in a hour of shifting

It takes a lot of heavy lifting

Can give you all of the descriptions to get it in

But you can't just stick the tip in

If you really wanna fuck the system

You can't get around it, gotta speak to your own noise

So if you die with a sound mind

Lord, will have you surrounded

Static or angles

It ain't a cute thing when it saturates your brain juice

When the foundation is liquid

Shit might just shake you up

Now you blend it with the mess easy

So I try to keep it's steazy

Believe me, I've been at it for a minute though

Takes a second to register, three weeks to form a habit but years to get it

Slow finish for a far distance to a listless destination

Couldn't pin it and send it to yourself

If you didn't send it to yourself to place, you ahead of this damnation

That's where you get hurt

Running from the past until you knee-deep in the dirt

Look around, realize vou're still earthbound, ****, where is you going?

Now you gotta dig yourself out the hole of the moment

How big is the opponent is in the mirror?

I don't get no body else to credit

Anybody form a weapon against me could only clip me if I let it happen

Means they caught me lacking

Whatever I ain't have is the reason I enter that dynamic

The habit unblocked and open-handed, tragic

How you looking for a bandage from the one doing damage?

So now I ball up my fist and hand it to a ****

See how they manage the reciprocation

When it land in your face, face that

Draw a permanent bruise to your head face tat, take that

Otherwise, pour it down

You wanna ring around my vibe then face me in a round since you wanna box me in

How 'bout I box you down?

Figure out what type of pound you want from me

How that sound, huh?