Look me in the eyes you see the truth between telling no lies Let this bytch tell it She would of lied then fkd me till she died Played it how they played it Know the devil is A fn lie You can't take it like you can't take dk Let em fk off with their pride Soul to reapers comes with keepers While most passing up on time Still I see em through these dark shades None can hide from a seeker So I put on As I walk through times like been living jeepers In a coupe gone with the roof blown They already think Im mental In these times of terminators Ngz think they fn special Been the neo to glitch They just think it's parlor tricks Pull up with the shyts got that extra sauce that came with it You ain't doing shyt n I ain't even fn start the bih Make it real quick know that count I gotts ta get If it ain't about shyt Don't enter my zone wit it You get shuuuu quick Like the flies at Mr Wings See no proof to this...
