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I am insane
I got addicted to money not fame
Not drinking my worries, I'm smoking my pain
Walk with a limp, like I need a cane
No number nine, ain't talkin' bout Kane
Look at me funny they think that I changed
Who am I now
Is how I was raised
None of it change
Facin' my thoughts like I'm in a cage
I'm reading your minds, I'm flipping the page
Ain't watching the clock, I'm counting my days
What you tell em'
If I count all the racks that I made
Then I find four planks like a junkie
If the zaza slaps in my face
Then I might jump round like a monkey
Tell me why my index bein' ate
She twenty I'm just eighteen
But my dick too hard to complain
My heart nowhere to be seen, yeah
Mayday, mayday, baby wanna talk payday, uh
Just like AJ, I been tracing lines back to my paper cut
Most hoes don't know that they just too deep in to be faking love
I ain't talking girls, I'm talking dick riding industry plants
Ain't talking shit but when I slide you know what's up
Everyday a blessing praying for the lord above
I said count up all the racks that I made, nah
Stack up all the stops that I face
Wait
Man
Wanted to end this shit but I got introduced to music
Now the shit that I do amusing
I don't take no drugs, don't use it
Was sixteen
But she still on my mind
Thought that she'd come back
Why we still wastin' time
Got blue ticks in the DMs, three M's that I chase
If I lay in my deathbed broke then I failed
In the deep end, I see demons and they depend
On a narcissist to believe in a meaning, woah
Spit then I lay low, don't wanna fall off like Faygo
They say with love comes pain, I say
Bring on the pain, hoe
Why shit gotta mean shit
Why the night gon' end real quick
Keep your lips sealed, baby get real
What we mean I just need my D' licked, yeah
I live in fear of the vulture, you live in fear of the culture
If they look down on my name, give me twenty and I'll put my name on a sculpture