Spirits

Ay, riding in the subway
Five in the morning
Gotta get the O's, but you know we be codon
Gotta get the 1's too (Ay)
Time out with my gun through
Fiending for a leaf, got some weed that's to crumb through

Call spider gang
Tell 'em get in the sewer
If a foe step up, imma hit him with the skewer
Call spider gang, get 'em in the sewer
Call spider gang, yeah, we got 'em from the sewer (Ay, yuh)

I fuck her until she rubbin' kneed
I'm loving the way that she rubbin' me
She can't fuck with another G
Because there ain't ever another me
I'm buzzing drip like I'm a bumblebee
Won't drop the ball, won't fuck with me
Not coppin the dub, a couple G's
I'm tryna be high like the humble be

Sole teens in my flow
And why see, I'm going ghost busting
Might be the most cussing, flown rushing, foe touching rap (Ayayay)
Nigga, go run that back
Trigger blow, that's a wrap
Figures all on my lap
Liquor flow up my ba-ba-back (Yuh)

Fuck a human sacrifice
I'm cooler than a bag of ice
I'm shitting on the waiter
The haters within some black night
Wraps upon my fist
And I'm down for any beef
Get in my pocket, it's a switch
I'm as polished as it gets

Call up spider gang, get 'em in the sewer
I acknowledge I'm articulate
Cookies ain't as crisp as this
I'm hopping about the lift looking sick in a hill of syphilis
Look into my eyes, you were fine by the age of five
I had dad that returned to milestones, I'm honestly not alive

I pull up to the block, and I promise it's not allowed to do
We goin' keep it high, while the cops is coppin' the prostitute
Cussing constitution, polluting the ways of spider gang
Spitting on the future, and shooting the packs of lighter cans

Big spider shit, 8 feet, running full man
Gunning 'til you done, and in an abundance of pain
I'm number one in my brain
You tryna make a million dollars without paving the lane?
You cannot hop on the train

We had to turn style, ducking and hopping
You suck like some top
And we burn loud, never be coppin' some bud of some cops
And we turn out, crack a manouver
I'm into the better the beast
Rats in the sewers, the fewer the better, we eat

Fuck
I see spirits (Yuh)
Can you hear it?
I don't fear it (Get out of my head)
I'm so near it
I see spirits
Can you hear it?
I don't fear it
I'm so near the-

Don't get too attached to this
I'm not a pacifist
Yeah, I just might, I just might
I just might slash my wrists (Yuh)
I just might crash my whip (Fuck, yuh)
Demons destroy from my mind

You ain't got no friends
Yeah I hear that all the time
My brain freelancing, that's why I get high
Mainframe going quick, that's how I feel inside (Ay)

Quiet or you might make me mad, yuh
Imma put her body in a bag, I might go berserk
And tie it to the tracks
Nut life, pull it with a stick and make it crack (Pow)

Tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck your pride away
But I will never tuck my side, no way
Fuck what you speaking 'bout anti-war?
What all these niggas in panties for?

I see motherfuckin' spectres
Masked like Voorhees, eatin' like I'm Lecter
Underground with the rest to the rats
Ain't no pussy to the traps, yuh