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Uh, I don't wanna try bruh Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer The mom thrasher The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor A straight tweak, so high I can't speak Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak Like I could be someone other than myself Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell Yeah I know it never ever end well Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell Uh, like abracadabra The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum I feel like Hell full of bad bitches Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh A little too graphic At least you niggas know that I still got the passion Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back And its been that way since way back since Like I'm a killer or somethin' These niggas lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin' SongtexteI'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin' I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet Times ten feet Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me, that you with me And not against me Where I'm from we loaded up Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat Aus Songtexte Mania