You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet
No sign of you anywhere, i felt a pain in my neck
I’m way harder than the concrete
Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep
Like a church in debt
Ill stab you in the neck
Head so big i got a crooked neck
I don't want you to have my permit yet
With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique
Your own creation of madness crawls deep,
Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck
Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck
Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet
I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,
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