all that (feat. 3eight)

Look at the drip on my wrist know you want that If you cannot think of the things that I did so I'd cop that You just a small rat This matrix a race can't you solve that F*ck with this bitch she got all tats Don't really say shi cause I know I'd fall flat Done with these basics they think that they all bad Blunts that I'm facing burn up in one drag yeah you all mad Most of the world that I live in is all trash See through, the walls glass Evil gon crawl back People is all wack This 50 cal draw back If you on sum salt pack Then do sum you all cap I'm taking the ball back This mag is extended If lames pullin up I Got bullets for all that Over and over like my name was Sisyphus Nasty little hoe Youdda thought she had syphilis Understand all got control of my synesis I create all Ima call that my synthesis Cut out your thesis I know what I know Flow like a river she wet like one too Lil Mississippi off them Shrooms she'll float Sorry lil momma I don't mean to gloat But my passion for this oversee all that blow Not talkin bout bricks less I'm breakin you down Is that that song I like f*ck wit the sound Surround As soon as you walk in the do it's boomin Ay pass me the light think I ran outta lumins What you know bout me please stop the assumin Hi Jerry I feel like I'm newman 1945 droppin shit like I'm truman Look at the drip on my wrist know you want that If you cannot think of the things that I did so I'd cop that You just a small rat This matrix a race can't you solve that F*ck with this bitch she got all tats Don't really say shi cause I know I'd fall flat Done with these basics they think that they all bad Blunts that I'm facing burn up in one drag yeah you all mad Most of the world that I live in is all trash See through, the walls glass Evil gon crawl back People is all wack This 50 cal draw back If you on sum salt pack Then do sum you all cap I'm taking the ball back This mag is extended If lames pullin up I Got bullets for all that Gotta turn up and stop carin bout shit Knuckle bone slip off the blood of your lip Keep it real quiet It's been that a grip But believe when I say that I really don't trip There really ain't shit When you leave it behind You can't see Then you blind I don't know Ima flip Ain't sleep in a week See the gloss in my eyes? Look they red Like im fried Left on red I deny All my thoughts in the sky Wtf I been on? Head in the clouds while I eat through that thong After that baby I think that I'm gone I'm done singing them songs I been 8 so I really ain't hungry What did you say? Sound to me you a dumby Get on yo own You a sponge Like you chummy