Letras
Lemme flex and be an asshole
Resting expression so graphic it drag you through black holes, uh
Your pedestrian presence has been a sad show
They select the lot of it, copy it, call em lassos, yeah
Smoke el jefe out a glass bowl
Hope it let me let go of the shit that give me ammo
Swinging my machete from the bushes look like Rambo
Tryna get the pearl without your hand inside the clam's throat
My philosophy don't make sense
Bored unless I break necks
Gotta pass your 10,000th hour 'fore the paycheck
Always been the same and my point of view is ancient
People change, motherfuckers fickle and I blame trends
Sit atop a soapbox
Tears swell out of both sockets
Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want
Bullethell, mean world
We gotta adapt though
Every fit is black, it's just a hundred different pantones
The only crow that you can't kill with bird shot
Lotta nosy hoes is starin' at me, call that bird watchin'
Muhfucka need an army, still ain't let off one glock
They write songs about me, honest I'm honored to be remembered
Already plotted revenge, I've defended it since November
But growing up through the tragedy's more important than ending it
None of my friends reactionary
I might pop a capillary
I'm a cap, I enter my oozaru form in January
My philosophy don't make sense
Bored unless I break necks
Different day, I feel like I'm going through the same shit
People change, I won't ever join em when they play dead
I bet you'd sell your fuckin' kidney for a placement
Sit atop a soapbox
Tears swell out of both sockets
Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want
Bullethell, mean world
We gotta adapt though
Every fit is black it's just a hundred different pantones
Saturated
Everything half of these rappers do classifies under masturbating
You couldn't do what I do if you sober let alone half as faded
Hitting the curves like Talladega
Get it yourself, don't ask a favor
I don't hand out congratulations
More than half sure to be mad you made it
I'm on demand like Starz
We in a brand new whip, no key just need my hand to start
While you pay for Onlyfans and act like you financially smart
Playing out your hand but can't acknowledge where you actually are
I taste blood 24-7, yeah
Somethin tryna kill me but I won't let it
They call me bullheaded
Pot meet kettle
It's a boil, avoid the bloodletting
Toil til my lungs sweatin
Don't put out my thoughts when I'm angry, that's making me learn
Learned the awesome majority jaded and feigning concern
You don't got no authority ordering favors in turn
It's some type of disorderly, ornery, cornered and burned
It's that Grey, Son of snake
Spit that fire, What a great
Day to slay, On yo mind
Fuck a fake, Wrap the wire
On the face, Skinning flakes
Off yo eye, To partake
In the violence, I'm positive
We all simulate uhh
Screaming thru my lung until the fucking window break
Ripping out yo tongue to see the look up on yo face
Sucking on yo momma tit, elated lactate
Grey the type of boy to leave the pussy on the pavement
I been feeling real impatient
Grey don't got time for no for no conversation
Got my head down working working til I make it
Y'all ain't on shit follow follow gotta fake it
Runnin the game, fuck what it pay, I gotta focus or I go insane
Fog up my brain, in love with the flame
Grey gotta find a way numb all the pain
Fuck up my day, living to wait, never do nothing im slipping away
Figure the eight, Grey do not skate
Infinite loop of the permanent fate
Whatchu heard? I ain't hottest in game that's absurd
On alert all day paranoid from the herbs in my brain
It's a curse I'm the worst
Wanna bite the fucking curb
And never doubt that, I don't fuck wit contact
Get the fuck up out my feelings I do not allow that
Suicidal bounce back, just to end up down bad
Never ending cycle, can't wait to be in the ground yeah
My philosophy don't make sense
Bored unless I break necks
Gotta pass your 10,000th hour 'fore the paycheck
Always been the same and my point of view is ancient
People change, motherfuckers fickle and I blame trends
Sit atop a soapbox
Tears swell out of both sockets
Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want
Bullethell, mean world
We gotta adapt though
Every fit is black, it's just a hundred different pantones
My philosophy don't make sense
Bored unless I break necks
Different day, I feel like I'm going through the same shit
People change, I won't ever join em when they play dead
I bet you'd sell your fuckin' kidney for a placement
Sit atop a soapbox
Tears swell out of both sockets
Got what I was aiming for but still get shit I don't want
Bullethell, mean world
We gotta adapt though
Every fit is black it's just a hundred different pantones