I think that
Depends
I think thats
Old shit
I think i make men
Assess their whole clique
Regret
Then play chess
Know the pawns impressed
When kings can switch lanes
And hardly veer left
Ive seen accidents where theres no deer right now
I dont pay checks to paychex
No company f*cking me
F*ck a bow
F*ck a luxury
F*ck a crowd with no latex
Bitch dont take breaths
Yin and then Yang
Seduct and then Bang
My brain erupts enough so nuts hang swang and then change to muff
I might change too much
A lion too a griffin isnt seen as clutch
But its o kay cus
I know my brain is just a damn cut away from dead weight
Splitting hairs with a thin blade
This way
Is how i would go as a fugitive of fuedal lords fighting over dick size, wait
"Slow"
And Its not a prollem
Till it happens to you
Bitches know im not about em
They just want me for the loot
They just want me while i got em on my dick about 2
More months until its over
Ill be singing bout you
Im asking
Am i the only kings son still really left rapping
Knowing if i dont make every decision a pattern
Knowing that its not about them if i dont have it
Knowing damn well its not the past its the passing
Liquid bones
Liquid gold
Shits for birds
You didnt know
Aint had shit too eat
Had so much to drink
Had too much to smoke
Got no time to think
Today is tomorrows gift
No ones promised life to live
I dont make mistakes
I make moves and regret instead
Like a note in champagne in silk of sand with no land
Within parchment is written
The cell division of zero
People write and wish to be as lost as the bottle
Within the cell of regrets, bars mistakes to move throttles
I would fake death but i deal with real depth
The taunt from a mirror is honestly the end
I saw through it all but all i want is through the wall so
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