You gotta have it You gotta have it

They better clear this shit too

Retnuh here onto something

New found importance and now I'm soaring

When the signs come please don't ignore em

I sense misfortune reread the forum

You can't chase dreams postmortem

New found importance now I'm soaring

When the signs come please don't ignore em

I sense misfortune reread the forum

You can't chase dreams postmortem

Living in this crisis Christ just

Hit me on my cell phone and said I'm about to free you from this hell hole

I'm like I'm coming to heaven? He like hell no

You haven't reached your goal And you ain't got enough ben folds

And your story ain't been told But keep your soul

And I'm like damn homie that's been sold

Nah I'm kidding so you trying to tell me I should keep spitting writtens

He like for sure niggie listen

I know you seen streets full of crimson

But I provide this vision

For provisions of your future offspring

So they can take offspring

Or winter, summer, fall if they want it

Damn, so you about to have me flaunting

Halt it, the roads slick saltless

Like the season after autumn

To acquire name, fame, and fortune

You gotta have them bars on lock like wardens

Yeah

Uh, okay

Uh, uh, yeah

Okay, uh

Newfound importance

And now I'm soaring

When the signs come please don't ignore them

I sense misfortune

Reread the forum

You can't chase dreams

Postmortem

Newfound importance

Now I'm soaring

When the signs come please don't ignore them

I sense misfortune

Reread the forum

You can't chase dreams

Postmortem

So I go record

Cause nothing else feels for him

Life's more than good weed and bad bitches

That's foreign

So I Norman

Bates on these beats

Life lacking empathy

Can't find myself

Soul searching for serenity

Sheesh

I'll leave your face in the streets

If I have to

And I'm really not a bad dude

But when everybody got beef

To stew and glocks that's glued

Poking sticks like first tattoos

And shit

You expect me not to be on attack mode too

And shit

That's foolish

Tricks are for kids

And I'm not one of them

Name your top five

You'll find I'm the sum of them

This son of a

Deity

Had to let her down

It won't go work out like creatine

And the social scheme

As it seems

It ain't for me

So as respectfully as I can be

It's fuck you niggas

Anally, ill the pharmacy

Feeding you meds that you didn't need

Seems like my lines something like cocaine

OD on me

Wedlocked in life's unholy matrimony

God grew quiet

So I'm chilling where the villains be

So now I'm in cahoots with Mr. Villainy

I'm aiming these lines to any niggas thinking that

They prohibiting

Sir non-conformist performance

Reverend wrecking with autonomous ordinance

And while y'all playing chicken

Jamaican jerking on the other foreskins

I'll be skywalking like where the force is

No need for screaming

In time my lines steaming

Enough you can't ignore it

You see this mic scorching

And to all who orbit around my mating organs

You can eat my dick

Just don't forget the fork, bitch

Bitch

Get your utensils, bitch