10 toes down I kept mine on the cement
Ash a blunt n then rise like a phoenix
Headline on the street
I guess I’m a behemoth
Don’t need nobody’s respect
Except mine you could keep it
Late to my own funeral
Fuck a deadline til I meet it
One above the devil, throw up leftside my allegiance
Ill pay attention to past mistakes the next time I'll repeat
And take my own advice in the next life when I need it
Need a mansion
Yeah a castle to a king
Laughing when they swing
Dance around the punches like cassius in the ring
Ratchet in the jeans
Trapped in the machine, Time and space
Rip the fabric from the seams
Can’t imagine what I’ve seen
I died and came back
Thought it all happened in a dream
Compared to these rappers I’m from a different galaxy it seems
I need to stop poppin addi when I drink
Blacked out N watched my past lives back through the static on the screen
Be late to my own funeral
Fuck it long as it gets there
Make sure it’s black tie affair
Show up in my coffin fit
Like I fought for air
The columbian necktie I wear will match the pocket square
Yea I got an eye for flair
Diss me in your dreams
And you die in there
I got time to kill, but got no time to spare
My heads a ghost town and I’m the mayor
Lucid dreamin trynna find a mirror, adjust the light in here
My bright Ideas shoot across the night sky
Like lightning strike N helicopter flares
Fire flies N moths attracted to the light I bear
Take a seat at my throne
Like the rightful heir
Then sell the reaper my soul
If the price is fair
They said you reap what you sow
I said I’m quite aware
Trynna dig my grave N lie in it
I’m just deciding where
Wait
Thrown shots
I send em back like the First offer
Got em in the scope like a bird watcher
Changed when I made my First dollar hustlin
Then I made a killin off of bomb
Like the hurt locker
Slurp vodka
Burp ganja
Murders nothing new
Look at what the world is coming to
Late to my own funeral
Planning an early one for you