[Verse]
I know better than to show a nifty bitch my tricky tricks
I'm a slippery snake, shape shift out of my fucking kicks
Dirt Mobb ain't dead, it's just silent like the mist
You ain't fucking hear it coming, 'cause you focused on the wind
Focus on my hip, gun makes them paraplegic
Gun fuming real hot, thought we was in Egypt
They got puddles in their chest, I think they're defeated
Flip a coin to decide which one they're meeting
Bleeding, I make myself bleed just to feel pain
So when the real thing happens, I can stay tame
Under control, I have to coordinate
My body heating up, I might just burst into flames
The weak die, so I never tried to lend them help
'Cause if I did, it'd be a waste of what I've dealt
How can you relate when you ain't share a fraction of what I've felt?
I've fell so far down into the dark
To find my soul you'd have to search very far
Such a distance would take way too long
So I turned around and just allowed it to go on
Feel like Goth, might be the time to crash
No need to repair, it just be like that, no need to repair, it just be like that
No need to repair, it just be like that