The land's coagulatedAnd my mind's incarceratedBut my helmet's ventilatedWith the souls correlatedThough my father's fascinatedWith the premises negatedAnd the night will be beratedWith the souls of the deflatedIt's an ocean An ocean Of blood
Grippin' on my Glock, lookin' down my blockSeein' what's up, light a bluntBefore I hit the track get my backpackMakin' sure I got another clip for my gat when I rat-tatDid you see me? Hocus pocus in the dustFrom the quickness I be vampin’ never seenIt's a drought, no doubt, no rocks on my block,
There is nothing you can say to me that I haven't said 6 inches from the mirror
Drown with me
same tbh
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