S.T.A

Shit get taxing I bend the world over and break her back in No relaxing for the hooded assassin f*ck about fashion F*ck you asking? leave the brain of the masses stuck in the dash Until I'm gone outwards I'm lashing The f*ck is passive You've been warned you want a filter, go buy a Brita No fly to a island nigga, f*ck hoes or confide in swishers Take my pic flicking my bic and then flip my switch up They call this shit a risk its kinda blissful when they switch up Young Picasso steady painting his pictures the kid won't give up A dream stays a dream if you don't chase it when you get up Traded my halo for a silver tongue chrome smirk and feeling young Onyx lungs and feeling numb til honest ones is ill for once Do this on the wake up kicks too big for you to lace up Got some skulls in the closet rock prolly could the lake up Was a Bruce Wayne turd before I could go make a layup Now I'm jotting verses while I stay up f*ck what the say yeah Yo These are talks wit my reflection I grab that fucking scalpel the doctors getting C-sections So wave That white Flag like I'm asking you what you reppin Applied to every college was to broke to accepted Said F*ck Sally Mae because them loans was meant to wreck shit You can say I'm insane but the world goes in One direction And until it eighties i aint making my exit this aint even my best shit Eat up beats since a fetus egregious is getting knocked off Dreaming of speaker seizures Milena taking her top off Like Serena flee to Venus to convene about how to pop off Take it up a notch? I knock a notch off nigga i'm not y'all