Back crack in the AM before I fall asleep
Stack tracks in my cadence I'm a reference to me
Jazz plays and surveys, the waking hours and days
That I been, wait, losing to this circadian rhythm
Biggest lesson at least I'm living
Think I'll do it forever spit the future into the schism
In case of chasms, I coupled the cataclysmic collisions
I'll catalyst catatonic, had a vision, had a tonic
So I get' so 'why I oughta', in hospitals, who shot ya?
Sitting in Rittenhouse, I'm a thot for the bang-blocka
Neck crack in the PM, when DMs look at me
Gotti was really on it, TMZ when she snap me
Eazy E when she snap on me, easily
I tell her draw it back, you can kick it where easels are
Evileen scarred me, fly as monkeys, buy in large
Even lights dim where the odds are
I talk in the dark
I'm not running out of time
I don't gotta learn my lines
I'ma sit here for a while, alright
I'ma burn hours by the mile, okay
That flight way too price
If it weren't for Jacksons, a couple of my fives
And someone who like to write me
I'm gunning for a new night
Baby give me back my high
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
Big grifter, hard worker to the naked eye
Make it so, feel I made it off snake eyes
Kill a Bilzerian, your health will get so bad
But I'm doing so well, if the well, the wealth that we'll have
And the wish, faux, but the water so fresco
So fresh pond, made a fish' fridge cold
Made witch' lip foam, taste birch when we kiss
Take a look at the length and the girth of the list
All world in my hands, different versions of plans
And Tika would say mash'allah, I'm needing the curry man
In a hurry man, turn it up, loud enough
Bread crumbs turn to powder, and powder'll turn to dust
And power can turn to lust
Disciples make me a bust
This shit is nuts, so shucks, uh
Nah, This shit is nuts, so what?
Cuz nugga
I am a nutty mutha fucka
I'm not running out of time
I don't gotta learn my lines
I'ma sit here for a while, alright
I'ma burn hours by the mile, okay
That flight way too price
If it weren't for Jacksons, a couple of my fives
And someone who like to write me
I'm gunning for a new night
Baby give me back my high
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
I'm not running out of time
I don't gotta learn my lines
I'ma sit here for a while, alright
I'ma burn hours by the mile, okay
That flight way too price
If it weren't for Jacksons, a couple of my fives
And someone who like to write me
I'm gunning for a new night
Baby give me back my high
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's that on that
That's-