Isn’t It Over
Pack a smoke and overdose on that
Don’t be an inconvenience to me, imma smoke out my hat
Born inside the suburbs, where it's cold and it’s dark
Pissed off how I’m struggling to leave my mark
This shit got me on survival mode
I don’t care if I lose some my heart is cold as snow
Ignite the blunt, watch the mothafuckin ashes glow
In this motherfuckin jungle, I'm a smoking pro
Pus flyin out my cheeks, but it don’t matter
Climbin out the fuckin suburbs like there was a ladder
Do not walk up to me high, or your blood will splatter
I know that’s a fucking thriller, teeth will fucking chatter
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it donе
Isn’t this the end of evеryone
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Fuck this, grip my pistol, I'm ready to ignite
I don’t give a fuck if you think what I’m sayin ain’t right
I’m pissed off and powered up, nothing bout it is nice
Ready to roll, this motherfucking anger, I'll incite
Loaded up, bullets born ready to spit
I am pissed off, more than ticked off, I am not gonna quit
Ticking time bomb, bout to detonate quick
Reality check, time for you to submit
War hell in the suburbs, get on top of your feet
Once I’m done, I’m gonna sweep up your entire street
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo papa, they gon taste on my cleats
Boutta smoke you fucking harder than the Ancient Greeks
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
I do not need the fame, just wanna hit my weed flame
In my own zone, soaring high like a fucking plane
Don’t need the fucking paparazzi to be validated
I'll keep puffing on my green, elevated and intoxicated
Rollin up and inhaling feel the stress dissipate
Stayin on my grind, ain't got the time for the shit and the hate
Weed is on my fucking shit, it is what makes me feel alive
Fuck the fame and fuck the records I would rather blaze and thrive
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Don’t be an inconvenience to me, imma smoke out my hat
Born inside the suburbs, where it's cold and it’s dark
Pissed off how I’m struggling to leave my mark
This shit got me on survival mode
I don’t care if I lose some my heart is cold as snow
Ignite the blunt, watch the mothafuckin ashes glow
In this motherfuckin jungle, I'm a smoking pro
Pus flyin out my cheeks, but it don’t matter
Climbin out the fuckin suburbs like there was a ladder
Do not walk up to me high, or your blood will splatter
I know that’s a fucking thriller, teeth will fucking chatter
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it donе
Isn’t this the end of evеryone
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Fuck this, grip my pistol, I'm ready to ignite
I don’t give a fuck if you think what I’m sayin ain’t right
I’m pissed off and powered up, nothing bout it is nice
Ready to roll, this motherfucking anger, I'll incite
Loaded up, bullets born ready to spit
I am pissed off, more than ticked off, I am not gonna quit
Ticking time bomb, bout to detonate quick
Reality check, time for you to submit
War hell in the suburbs, get on top of your feet
Once I’m done, I’m gonna sweep up your entire street
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo papa, they gon taste on my cleats
Boutta smoke you fucking harder than the Ancient Greeks
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
I do not need the fame, just wanna hit my weed flame
In my own zone, soaring high like a fucking plane
Don’t need the fucking paparazzi to be validated
I'll keep puffing on my green, elevated and intoxicated
Rollin up and inhaling feel the stress dissipate
Stayin on my grind, ain't got the time for the shit and the hate
Weed is on my fucking shit, it is what makes me feel alive
Fuck the fame and fuck the records I would rather blaze and thrive
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone
Isn’t it over
Isn’t it gone
Isn’t the world up, into my palms
Isn’t it finished
Isn’t it done
Isn’t this the end of everyone