You're Not Alice

Off with your head Lil' f*ck ass nigga with the fake gold chains and the bubbled up tint Only drip is the sink in your profile pic Bet you thought this was fantasy Off with your head Broad side on your block The deuce ring loud like a gavel when it knock And Long Beach niggas break bones on opp Keep calm when it's hot Egregious talk will leave rotten My daddy told me never let a common cat peep the options Leave em stalking, genius walking in Whole attire got the whole room people watching Hold your own and guard time and leave alone The small minds that don't know what adventure is Give me a reason to go back to trees Escape top the bottle professing my sins Roll up that anger and breathe that shit in Spark up a lighter and burn away greed Stereo sound on the tv I'm blasting to silence the thoughts Am I evil? I doubt it Contorted reflections in mirrors and shit Waving goodbye to the preachers and shit Peace to the memories sweeping with coins on the eyelids to pay the proccedings Enjoying the ride on the Styx with the demons Inhaling the smoke that gets harder to breathe in I bet you been feeling a bit of depression, if I'm with yo girl then she prolly undressin Lyrical sessions progressing to lessons I'm teaching her cheats like Up Down Start Select Player two in the dressing room, bet that's up next Savage x Fenty, exposing her breasts Knocking down the door, we coming in, I hope you decent Bedroom looking like we should've called a priest in Left her with a Woody like she Buzz when Andy's coming Got her toying with her button like a rabbit on the weekend No this ain't the Weeknd Late night creeping Hoody with the paint mask, presidents sleeping To get to the point you're dead meat, like a flaccid dick after the shit's been beat (pause) Slick as shit, and if you are what you eat then I'm a rich bitch and you hoes stay cheap Coming for your head like I'm working for the queen And Alice need to get her shit together Glorious etiquette stressed in the penmanship Ordering steak with the cheese and the bread and shit Wine for the table like Jesus and friends and shit Exing these hoes like I'm planning defensive shit Off with your head Bring me them hearts and it's off with your head House full of cards and it's off with your head Pardon my French, fuckin off with you head Bitch you thought this was dead Listing your problems like 6LACK, nigga's FED Forced to relocate the thoughts to the bed Off till the carpets get red and the 'partment's for rent Yellow tape on the door You may have noticed That I'm not all there Myself