Just another ma f*cka
Smoke until I’m feeling nothing
Ask me if my ceiling coming
Iont ma f*ck know
Gave a f*ck
It shouldn’t happened
But it really shouldn’t matter
Left me feeling kinda manic
Let me roll bro bro
Never thought I be this crazy
Got my demons contemplating
Scratching ceilings tired of waiting
Will I die, of contemplation
Iont na f*ckin know
Keep my circle tight as f*ck
Barely trust a f*cking soul
Cause you rarely ever know
Filtered all the fabrications
Radiating every cadence
See it’s simple bro bro
Gotta get it f*ck a feeling
All these questions I don’t hear them
Got my vision, getting clearer
Slowed it down so you can hear it
Get too close and you can feel it
Magnitude on number 7
Drop boulders like I’m graveler
Nothing left it’s nothing standing
Causing panic perfect candid
Catch that sh*t on panoramic
Make that sh*t look cinematic
Play my cards, Like I was gambit
Gotta hate me by the stanza
Even tho it never matter
Different n*gga, better stratus
Life been coated in this madness
Sacrificial to my problems
Got me back when I was falling
Now we Here, sh*t kicking, Marshall
Law
f*ck they, Thought, Little different
Than before
Got
All these
Lucid
Thoughts
Now they really mutha f*ckin paying off
Rep the gang in every ma f*ckin song
Kinda vain I let it bang on every song
Genghis khan been a curse for very long