The Fly

Pulling up late in the day
Put your face in the pavement
Stay getting paid but I can't be complacent
Unable to fake it my brain full of hatred
The blade to the veins make them lay in a grave
Falling fast like the ash off the blunt
And I blackened my lungs from the runts
That I pack and I puff and the dabs in the back
Ain't enough for the month
So I'm back at the plug fucking racking it up
Took my ass out the mud with the rap shit that quick
Bad bitch in the back with the acid
Early morning when I grab this fat spliff
Back to back shit assassin practice
I'm casting magic and racking habits
A motherfucker need to cut back on that shit
Unravel mad quick and sabotage shit
A cash deposit I have to profit like whoa

Gimme that dope bitch
Fuck it I been on my own shit
Pull up with the motherfucking switchblade
Hit your ribcage ten times
You a ghost bitch
Butterfly blade to your throat bitch
Running up that don't make no sense
Fuck it I'm sipping on potion
Blunt on my lip and I'm coping
Ain't got no enemies I don't pretend to be
Something I'm not for aesthetic identities
Entities follow me constantly haunting me
Probably karma they start to catch on to me
Hard to be cool when they testing my fuse
Never been one for respecting the rules
Feel like trigon bringing death to your crew
With a weapon or two
And I'm letting them loose