dice beat

If you feel it, it must be real just

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Yeah, did you believe us? you a pessimist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Suckle from the titty of a crack addict

Would i rap fast or slow or a little of both, i had to think.

God damn that fucker needs a lift

I think it's up to us to tell who took a swing and then missed.

I'm ahead of the racist

Thinking i give a fuck what any of you all think?

Got defence up on a list

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

You think you win but its just yatzee im just

But i whip out the pad and think