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Look, I hate metaphors
Heaven sent to hell's doors and knocking
Sitting right out Satan's gates
Fire me up and get it poppin
Stumble through my dreams
Coasting off this cozy concoction
Woke up, more fucked up than pills, swimming in vomit
I know this feeling's fucking timeless
I do believe in kindness
I don't believe in rhyming
Can't do drugs, it's all dubs
On this side, nigga, like no losses
We carving coffins from hoes
Who's throats choke more dick than throat lozenge
I hope the fam don't hear me talking like this
But young Ev he so cool
I keep it P just like piss
Got gold whips, but interchanged them
With for some books for the kids
And middle fingers to them whiteys
Buildin' prisons and shit
So stay strong and scout forever
Thought they never had to tell him
Spent time alone just hoping that nobody would forget him
I ain't never scared
Never worry about what they gon' say to me
They scheming on the low
But if you real, you do it blatantly, man
Why you tryna hate on me, man? Why you tryna diss
Could put some niggas on your top
Or have some bitches suck your dick
I got niggas that'll mop you like a janitor with kids
Was in the hallways, flashing out
You know we poppin' shit
Met my nigga back in sixth grade
Man, he just fucked my bitch
I ain't trippin though
I slid in and throw it off assist
Swear my heart done got so cold
Cause there's ice all on my wrist
But my niggas dependin' on me
So know we gettin' rich
Put the bags all in the mail
And send the text off when it ship
Used to roll it out the O
And now we sellin' out a zip
I ain't never tripped up on you