Morgue

I am not from the hills But I can still fill rap into mill kills Business got big bills I know, you can feel this My level gonna make a hit I don't give a shit If you wanna bet, take my life If you missed, its still my med sticks Banging my head up and down, with my headphones In middle of lotta sounds, pick a clown My life marry go round, around and stops in middle of whole crowd And I am like oh wow Holding my breath Still acting like nothing happened I got this It's my round. what you got Is a bitch, my ego act so proud And now you have a doubt Which is not that relevant Still you can call me now If I am in my head than you're so lucky Lets clear this out So, better now You talking about stories Hip hop is now so hold me Feels like mentally lonely Sounds little corny, but my briefcase is full of ex-therapy stories That I did in my dark lobby Tryna exchange my Pace for a change But mind starts blocking You think you know me, homie Keep laughing like a fake emoji And I keep killing like it's john wicks hobby It just motivates me How I rotate my life from a rag to balboa rocky Hi stranger, come here vibe me Here comes escape my gravity like a tsunami Hustle every block Walker on a walk If you ask me Am I done I'm busy bitch, I don't wanna talk Go call the cops coz Dead out from the morgue Out from the morgue In that state, you either rap better Or pen down. No, no I don't f*ck around I think, I'm on my learning New beginning, what is so funny This is my story I don't have a soul to waste on a treasury Who is my enemy This pen is my remedy And I'm living for dream But living don't come for free Huh Tell us, tell us What's your glory Back then, you watched my stories Now you watching me growing Wait Y 'all, I be rolling Soon as you mention me Pretending normal But inside making more strategies Storm hit my hunger Lets feast Can't you see In so much hate, I can't breathe But that doesn't mean, I'm weak Any me, come real My horrifying, magnifying words act like bee You call yourself hip hop I'm more than what you see Without any blog, with all my dwag I zip my mouth for a cause Spit on a mic like a don I'm not rap devil or rap god Picture me one day, rock all the stages Oh Am I hurting your G-Spot My toxic making me a hero Like 2 PAC in a boom box Prolly one day switch pool to a cool car Big budget, new song then I be like Who would've thought Basic boy who thinks a lot Work hard for his spot Before everything stops Hustle every block Walker on a walk If you ask me Am I done I'm busy bitch, I don't wanna talk Go call the cops coz Dead out from the morgue Out from the morgue