Untitled Song

On this beat it ain’t no 808

Run up in me I shoot you out u in the grave

Never knew my name now In the hall of fame

Serpent in the grass it’s another snake

Hoes get me designer clothes

I’m on top it’s not even a race

No need for any practice

Devil pull up I see satan

Not visually but he’ll get to attacking

Usually id be slacking

Hit the chest monkey King Kong

Japanese Kamikaze ping pong

In that Tokyo of is it Hong Kong

Spit these bars never realize this song

Write my feeling down I far from Jesus even from being a disciple

But I’m alone and that’s all my fault

Mama your son stuck in the dungeon

He stuck in here locked in caved in

This a race but I’m in last don’t even have a pace

I don’t do perc but I got meds forced everyday

But I need em effect turns into a disaster

I’m far from an angel hate horns get them away

Wash them down the drain

I feel different like Joe Biden so senile

So dumb mentally but potentially this the downfall

Gun in my holster cam from the suburbs outside Chicago

I remember listen to juice I don’t got money never save