CONCOCTION

You know, I was walking around the city the other day And it was so quiet you could've heard a window being smashed It's- strange really, I suppose a lot of people are like windows So many are... see-through, so many, get smashed And so many wonder around with a glazed look over them Are you like a window? Is your life a pane? Lying in ya coffin, dying often, taking ya bets, I'm all in Call involving, fly to the gods, get high to get over the feel of fallin' In our way, ya blocking, try stopping us, watching your body droppin' Crying, try to defy the odds, deny me Bitch I wont let it define me Ya mind is dissonance, breaking from the experiments Knock em dead I keep a pendant when I let off my elegance Popping red in the phantom, it's too late saving ya relevance Wanna stop but got the heater, gonna show ya malevolence All that shit you repeating, I'm in my head you deceiving Not picking up, weep in ya bed, you're on me begging for reasoning Decompose with the season, the hit is over completed That shit you always wanted got it now, but who the f*ck listening? Wrist ain't got enough ice, know my type bitch I leave ya petrified, wonder when it'll suffice No surprising, don't make decisions wise Staring up into the sky, no describing All the shit that has gone through my mind Boutta go cut my ties, close my eyes And now hoping you've taken the prize Luck, ya bitch, I struck, ya core With lighting that I've never had before You wish for the way it was before The lethal son of a bitch Thinkin you won, regretting ya diss We stackin' up ammo, we gun down the rich Ya cryin' I take it ya lovin' it bitch Concoction, I lost it Don't run up on the block with caution The frost in the faucet Yeah, all you bitches outta options The Glock in the pocket You gotta have drip to top it They say that I'm the prophet You pick a towel up to toss it Fiending, stop my breathing, rising up putting together my legion Wanting me but I'm way outta ya league and I figure they plotting to take up a heatin' yuh Screaming, keep on dreaming, hiding don't wanna be found when ya seekin' Die by the opp, boutta get to the pleadin' bitch, you are the reason my heart isn't beatin' yuh Parallel bitching and you are a synonym Selling my pitch and I'm tryna get rid of em Need to commit but distractible rhythm, you throwin' a fit but the one with permitted em Look at the clock counting down by the minute, you pushing me, passing my limit We up in your crib boutta visit, the whip imma spin it Confronted with Heaven but losin' a ticket Best not resist, ay, fill a bullet up with some bliss ay Man f*ck your mix tape, gonna run it down the abyss, ay yuh Class not dismissed, ay, ya feelin' its gonna give way I'm what you miss, ay, not fallin' for anymore tricks, ay yuh Try to threat ya tec bitch, I'm rippin' ya fucking neck off Knocking all ya heads off, mind racing I'm gonna drift off Into deep sleep, no healing, I got a sneaking suspicion The walk of shame, your making a wreck I'm taking a shot, you're taking the edge off bitch Ya said you wanted respect you got it, left it on read just said forget it Making a killing so why would I stop Bitch I sit on my profits, hate making me poppin' Ya turning red, listen not tryna get caught Imma burn every bridge, boutta die by the shots Have the security, don't need the lock I sit at the top, you stand with a flop