My minds twisted
Styles all warped
Fuck the straight and narrow
Takin a left at the fork
I can Spit a hundred
Bars about nuthin at all
Beats from here to London
Im hurtin em all
Mutha fuck a structure
Im a just spit how I feel
Give a fuck what youll mutter
At least I stay real
I got the truth behind me
So fuck a click
Money in my pocket
So mother fuck a hit
Im the definition
of lyricist witout a cause
call this the premonition
my pre-storm pause
I can’t erase a vision
Of crowds droped jaws
So Shut up and listen
When t drop bars
I can forsee the outcome
Of how the worlds gonna end
I can’t tell you howcome
Shit is what it is
I got the truth behind me
So fuck a click
Money in my pocket
So mother fuck a hit
I represent my self
Like why I need a set
My words are bad for ya health
Why you aint stop listenin yet
My shits like asbestos
Lyrical carcinagin
Play my shit backwards
And ya head starts to spin
Bless a instrumental
What I write ignite a page
I tend to spit tempermental
Cus Im releasing some rage
I got the truth behind me
So fuck a click
Money in my pocket
So mother fuck a hit
Yo the track is hot man vocals are tight. If you ever wanna work wit us hit us up. Dave