ESTATE!

I got the impression that some things were missing in them That's one of the things I want to write about What's missing in some people Do you think that what's missing can be found? I think some things can be found some things can't Everybody's missing something In some people those missing things are critical fatal In better cases we can exchange what we have with what we are missing Yeah Got a prophecy showing the way All these heretics lead me astray Like a dog how I bark at the gate Can't focus on rapping I'm too stuck on my focus Dismantle the ye Slide with 23 to the estate That's two dozen fucked up crashed out addicts You ain't getting away Excuse me I'm getting sick Move out the way I'll abandon the ship Crazy how I got a band for a zip It's wild I got banned from the listening sessions They couldn't handle this shit Stint I'm long-term this not a stint My idols they seem so vindictive I follow suit anything to win I lost everything just for the flips Now I flop on the deck like a fish All these dopamine spikes need a fix need a fix I'm a slave and my master's a bitch Yeah Now I'm locked in No wonder they went to war on drugs it's vicious I ain't gon win So now we locked in Now we locked in Surrounding myself with complacent narcissists No wonder I feel like a king But I'm still a bitch to the ring Yeah not today I'm snorting lines in the back of a Walmart parking lot I can't show face I sold a bag to a good friend of mine Who's tryna get his life straight Look at the mess I've made No wonder I'm bringing the zombies Nobody trust me when they awake Now I'm locked in Now I'm locked in No wonder they went to war on drugs it's vicious I ain't gon win So now we locked in Now we locked in Surrounding myself with complacent narcissists No wonder I feel like a king But excuse me I'm getting sick