Yeah need my pockets fat
Need em obese gotta treat me
Delicately never decreased ey
I'm just sick of seeing my only
Brothers and sisters in ditches
I'm emotional i ain't talking bout
Cameras and pictures fantasy
Riches im overwhelmed by the Fact that I'm living
Can't even know what is true
Too many concepts and now we
Suicidal in glue too many stuck
To attachments that make it hard To be you I'm staying true ey
Even though i need my adjustments presidential suite
Pardon me with apartment i gave
It in proportion so equity can
Be progress to be honest
Don't wanna be in an office
Many coffins and shooting and
Leaving oppless carcus body ogle
Remains and using the harvest
Its that lyrical miracle
Im in the pedestal get you lifted
Like edibles i be that nigga dude
Came here with guns blazing
You tripping you star gazing
Around me a lots changing
Its my start its your ending
I tear you from limb to limb
You be stuck in the middle of a
Satanic pendulum welcome to
The slaughterhouse bone Snapping skull crushing this is
What we all about don't wanna
Hear about other niggas trust me
Man we rolling out