theholygrail

On the edge of a steep bay

Living with a knife up to my neck

Kick like a severed toe

Sometimes we mess things up, but

And this shit ain't as hard as you think

When we're at our best, we don't do any more shit

I know niggas after me

Dig deeper and deeper to avoid the Grim Reaper

Make every effort to maintain

I keep it at 100

I took my medicine, I took it all

I'm up late and busy

It could be real, but niggas can't decipher it

I've never caught one, but I love snakes

It's almost impossible to break that habit

I promise to never waste a mattress again

If you want to get it back, you have to hit the brakes and gain traction

The tick time gets higher and higher as she deep throats

These shoes won't last a mile, so how are you going to track that shit?

My mood has faded, this is a journey guided by an atlas

Fill me with the crack I spit, you don't spill, it's a drop

Peezus is accurate and perfect

I was caught off guard and my spine was missing, and even 5 chiropractors couldn't fix it

I pulled up my stuff, you sit on the bench and play again

Drop the line, I like you like Luda, move bitch, come back

Every time I went into the water I came back

Hear, watch and impressive footage, 100 real people

I am an original, mentally, spiritually and physically

If you turn things around too quickly, it becomes cyclical and critics become critical, typical

I think my life depends on it

A snake is a snake, I can't hold it back and feel like throwing up

Bullshit, I've tasted poison before, to be honest

They force-feed us this poison and claim that it is metabolic

If your friend stumbles, they’ll will screw you over

It's strange that you're muttering to yourself while fumbling with a muddy cup

With this Fu button, no matter when you call, it's hassle-free

Quick grilled pork is too raw

Keep all your eggs in one basket, leave the liquid behind

Hollow vibrato peaks continue and the shell cracks the Easter bunny

Just ask Joe Milley

Crazy bullets, no bullets, you idiot, you can't catch me with stealth ghillie

Then it's better to say bad things

You're a sneaky bitch-beating idiot, nigga, I know you're the type to say that

Let's light up the Christmas tree so it doesn't have any lights on

It's definitely going to be uglier than a sweater contest

You're all one-season baseball players, you need to get the box set

Layer red on top of green, remember this is a seasonal greeting

If the sashimi flows, the engine will overheat

I'm in the back, motherfucker, what are you waiting for now?

But you'll never break me, just like my brother

Blood flows through my veins and I realize that I can't grow because of the pain

I'm Rudy, really, you're just ruining the game

Go green like you went to Notre Dame

I have the best brain

Hiding away and working slowly, wishing for another vacation

Twin turbo, confuse her with the flow of words

Jaws drop, where is your face? Unable to measure engine displacement

Like Fred staring curiously from the basement

Maybe I'm comparing myself to Nike Airs, I'm going up the stairs

I wasn't the type to care about the boogeyman's nightmares

Speak a little harder and insist that I can be you

Look, bookmakers, underdogs, so they took me

Get more chips than chocolate chip cookies