[Verse: 919SLUM]
The way that I smoke
Obscured to the mass
When I die, fly the flag, half mast
But I won't ever choke
So when would that occur?
Someone tell me fast
Just so I would know
When and where I should tote
Wearin' my tote, with the tone inside
Shiny chrome, if you die, no one noticed
Creepin' up creepy and slow, shit
I just been lurkin', creepin', heavy readin'
Body language what I'm seein'
They try readin' me and seen the semblance of a fuckin' demon
Take his tongue, he have no rеasons
Left for all that talkin' shit
If he did, he still not spеakin'
I'ma kick in his ribs