Cynical

F*ck the opps no raids Red eyes black shades Mad gypsy mad blades Passed out bad grades I can be lonely I cant hangout with the snakes Niggas are phoney they cant handle these shakes Look at me closely you can feel these aches Im moving slowly but i got no brakes Bumping out pop smoke day and night feeling like I’m about to takeoff Got rid of heart stroke smokin in daylight Got the permanent cough I might choke if you’re not right Also bought some handcuffs In my cloak feeling like a knight You better back off Bitch back off I’m in my zone Got rhymes like I’m rhymezone Untouchable like I’m firestone Circle strong like it’s cyclone Smell your bitch it’s my cologne Wordplay mind blown I can be lonely I cant hangout with the snakes Niggas are phoney they cant handle these shakes Look at me closely you can feel these aches Im moving slowly but i got no brakes Somebody with the race somebody with theirself everybody at war yeah Say it to my face i might reach to my drawer yeah We leaving no trace we only lay at corps Bitch give me my space better not make rawwwrrr We getting everything we wanted Leaving your place like it’s haunted Dropping bodies like it’s autumn Catch me by the chance don’t plot it Please dont plot it I can be lonely I cant hangout with the snakes Niggas are phoney they cant handle these shakes Look at me closely you can feel these aches Im moving slowly but i got no brakes