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Ghost dreams weighing on my chest
Spun the block now them shirts wet
Neck wounds checked in the field
Bloody roads turned left
Niggas young and restless
Niggas young and reckless
Seen a few cardiac arrests, dressed in all white down to the crest
Cleft lip exposed, punched in the gut down to my last breath
Death of the coven, death to deflect
Death takes the best, death holds a debt
Death to the threat, death to forget
Niggas stressed, death to confess
Death's silhouette
Uh death to beget
I said death takes the best
I said death takes the rest
I shoot across the sky in my bullous proof vest
To change the course of time, keep it close to your chest
He got aviator eyes, he wanna fly like the rest
Little salt with the lime was it mine or a test
But f*ck that
Shit is sweet now
Don't gotta stay inbounds
I see my face, feel sounds
Shit ain't a race slow down
Was never lost been found, but please don't leave town
And dogs love tweakin, the tweak don't make me weaken
On God, I'll never cheapen
The lessons I been needin
He spun to run all weekend
He know he wrong he just fleein
Complacent to his meaning
I was just tryna free him
But he can't see shit
No seashells just freak shit
I'm ready when you are
To float atop the seashore
To emulate a seahorse
When he don't see me he just see whores
Don't get hit by these elevator doors
And my elevated pores
Don't f*ck with levitating poors and emasculated roars
Confused and patient, pacing across the chessboard; my grand awaken
Vacant hall I hope I can feel sound waves shaking
It's tuff talk from my end and my niggas are used to spraying
When does it stop raining in heaven
I see demons and seashells, I skipped training
It's my chaining day
I stressed in veins
I'm laying beneath the mines of copper
Returned aim from the cosmos
Through praying, I'd dethrone the Holy Father
Waiting for the redemption of the home teams charter
Remaining silt my eyes drenched, I can't see through saltwater
Hang the imposter

