Spit in the wind

Feeble awaken Hands on her face and Praying to god I wake up the next day when Testing my morals and what I'm ok with She likes when I rap in similar cadence You with your clique and I'm with myself You handing favors I don't need no help Committing a crime by killing this microphone Sleeping on me while OD'ing on Tylenol Over compressing is something y'all kinda do I prefer coffee and sucking on lozenges 609 With a 6 foot ego 5'8 Born with Napoleon syndrome Been out the house hell nah bitch been home There is a thug with a gun up in your window Handing out disses like raffles at stadium F*ck with this bullet right into your cranium Mumbling da,da,da that's what a baby does Half of my talent is so non attainable Death is creeping over like it's spit in the wind Chilling In the cut while I'm sipping on this Gin Death is creeping over like it's spit in the wind Chilling In the cut while I'm sipping on this, sipping on this