[Intro]
What is this? It's Possessed

[Verse 1]
Time, yeah, it’s running out
Clock killed a super saiyan koolin' in the south
Words paint a picture, never keep an open mouth
I stay talkin' bout shit ion even know about
But that’s gang, gang shit (but that's gang, yuh)
Wake up in the morning at the bottom of the pit
I’m staring down the barrel, pain, nose, needles, sterile
Chrome worn as apparel, cyberpunk ain’t imperil
I fear the time on my watch, I’ll get high to make it stop
Just a jit throwin' rocks, hittin' old shit box's
Used to never reach the locks, still learning how to talk
Barely know how to walk, still trippin' I’m boutta graduate (boutta graduate)
Fuck happened?
Just wit' the fam, raised by the A-S in the brackets
Thinking 'bout the present, got me wishing for the past tense
At one point I had it, over this, I’m draggin'
Cigs, on the curb (cigs yeah, cigs yeah)
Drop top RX7 wit' the vert
This the last time so I'mma take off with the birds
Clock tickin', best hurry, better say yo last words
And I'm done, fuck life (yeah he done, yeah)
Came in wit' the $igil, it got 2 $cythes
2 $cythes (damn, yuh, yuh)
One is for the world, one to take my own life
[Pre-Hook]
‘dxxd been fuckin' up his goal, what a waste
Triple-T been fled out this hoe, what it take?
Everything and everyone, watch It all evaporate
I fear the cold, I fear the earth 'nd whatever it makes
I feel the static when we get to packin' each other
As you were my brother
I stutter, still utter
"$cy' creepin' wit' cutters"
Slice through it like others
O’clock placed me under the covers

[Hook]
Left me under the covers
Left me under the covers
Damn, left me under the covers
Damn, left me under the covers

[Verse 2]
Same shit different day, whatever, what it do
Throwing up a lung inna 22 Subaru
It ain’t new, can’t stand when I pursue
I root for the people known wit' a couple hunnit missin' screws
God damn, ion got any patience left for any fuckin' man
Andrés, Hurricane, leave you buried in the sand
Under sand, ‘dxxd can’t organize a plan
Crawl away up in my shell, wither way like spam
Ticking, it’s coming back (ticking)
Untreated sufferin' took me off track (off track, off track)
Like keeping it a stack, I'mma cool it in my tomb, till I’m chopped n screwed, $illow collapsed (yeah, collapsed, collapsed yuh)
Kick it wit' the Clique, Ru' reppin' morbid on his back, on his back
8-6 myself, I ain’t worried 'bout that
[Outro]
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