Just another ma fucka
Smoke until I’m feeling nothing
Ask me if my ceiling coming
Iont ma fuck know
Gave a fuck
It shouldn’t happened
But it really shouldn’t matter
Left me feeling kinda manic
Let me roll bro bro

Never thought I be this crazy
Got my demons contemplating
Scratching ceilings tired of waiting
Will I die, of contemplation
Iont na fuckin know

Keep my circle tight as fuck
Barely trust a fucking soul
Cause you rarely ever know

Filtered all the fabrications
Radiating every cadence
See it’s simple bro bro

Gotta get it fuck a feeling
All these questions I don’t hear them
Got my vision, getting clearer

Slowed it down so you can hear it
Get too close and you can feel it
Magnitude on number 7
Drop boulders like I’m graveler
Nothing left it’s nothing standing

Causing panic perfect candid
Catch that shit on panoramic
Make that shit look cinematic
Play my cards, Like I was gambit

Gotta hate me by the stanza
Even tho it never matter
Different n***a, better stratus
Life been coated in this madness
Sacrificial to my problems
Got me back when I was falling

Now we Here, Shit kicking, Marshall
Law

Fuck they, Thought, Little different
Than before

Got

All these

Lucid

Thoughts

Now they really mutha fuckin paying off

Rep the gang in every ma fuckin song

Kinda vain I let it bang on every song

Genghis khan been a curse for very long