Ease ease ease up
Ease up
Ease ease up
Tongue tied, wonder if ill be young in your eyes forever
Done before I can make that edit to the appendix
Burst like a curse, and the jury's out
But I'm hot, so the ash could smell like curry powder
Nothing is real, nothing is real
Cut up the feeling, track 1 track 11
When words never worked, expressing
I could fit it all into that long ass second
My god, I been getting by
Fucking up less, I should give it a second try
Then I got it in a minute, and I gave it my time
Getting back to that damn near dead ass guy
Nigga dead ass, see I'm cray then NY
I ain't wanna be in any cradle I climbed out of
And you gonna put me in a cage with all the talcum
How you gonna try to get me not to be Malcom?
That's unwise of you
I can't even lie to you
They don't wanna hold your hand
Not everyone wanna die with you
That's unwise of you
I can't even lie to you
And they might wanna hold your hand
But don't let them niggas die with you
I move with eyes too shut for you
I flew the right way, who's up like me
I know the rules always flustered you
But rules feel like food with good cutlery
Smooth cut is E is too buttery
Knows where to step when night come to shine
Who buck too wild, oo must it be
Young bouls who ain't making it home tonight
Tip toeing through the backstreet
Acne, the way a pimp'le prolly back me up
Boy boy I'm a bad b
Word
Jock on the front, strap me yerp
If you got it backwards don't @ me
Nerd
I could feel a second wind in my skin
Stick poke in the grass 57 degree spring
Got a circle on my leg I'm forgetting where it begins
Got a circle on my leg I'm forgetting where it ends
And the trend, was the ben in hand, and it came and it went
And I make it again
For all the times that I tripped and ate shit
Im tryna make ya Antoinette dead and cake-less
By any means faithless, every chance ape shit
My Gs oh rilla, yeah nigga be racist
Don't get mad how I'm on the beat now
Dad said I should've gave that nigga a few spankings
That's unwise of you
I cant even lie to you
And they don't wanna hold your hand
Not everyone wanna die with you
That's unwise of you
I cant even lie to you
And they might wanna hold your hand
But don't let them niggas die with you
I- I move with, eyes too shut, for you
I flew the right way, who's up like me
I know the rules always flustered you
But rules feel like food, with good cutlery
Smooth cut, is E is too buttery
Knows where to step when night come to shine
Who buck too wild, oo must it be
Young bouls who ain't making it home tonight
Do what you got to
Do what you ought to
But don't hurt ya school friends
Dickhead
When you act like a martyr too
Too Bold for your own good
Check the name check the name man
And if the world is a fable I'ma rock how I'm Able till the motherfucking Cain land
Do what you got to
Do what you ought to
But don't hurt ya school friends
Dickhead
When you act like a martyr too
Too Bold for your own good
Check the name check the name man
And if the world is a fable I'ma rock how I'm Able till the motherfucking Cain land