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>Colder than them grits they fed slaves
>Me to rap is like water to raves
>AKs with bayonets on deck, rep my set
>Sorta like Squidward and his clarinet
>I'm in ya bitch mouth, but she fantasizing
>Staring at the skinnies, said it's so tantalizing
>Dog, I'm strategizing, plotting on the throne
>Master of the ace, sitting on chrome
>Dark nights tryna sleep, stomach on fire
>Delusional from hunger, so I couldn't get tired
>Imagining the equalizer goin' from green to red
>Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head
>And I'm sorta like Neo with the Matrix code
>Try to escape it, hoping the drugs'll numb my soul
>Say I'm getting old, time's running out
>Repeating instrumentals, tryna figure patterns out
>I never leave the house, ain't slept in three days
>Poppin' pills, writin', drinkin' and smokin' haze
>Weavin' kicks and snares, tryna dodge these hooks
>Keepin' it original, something that's overlooked
>The way a nigga goin', might go out like Sam Cooke
>Or locked up, callin' home for money on my books
>'Cause if this shit don't work, nigga, I failed at life
>Turning to these drugs, now these drugs turned my life
>And it's the downward spiral, got me suicidal
>But too scared to do it, so these pills'll be the rifle
>Surpassing all my idols, took the wrong turn
>But can't go back now, so let that blunt burn
>'Cause now it's my turn if I fuck it all up
>It took a while to get here, now I depend on these drugs, uh
>I took a while to get here, now I depend on these drugs
