that your best friend would be your worst enemy
and your enemy your best friend
worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
try to show us but you know
try to show us but you know the game's up!
well everybody got something to say
talking all that trash but just not to my face
well when we come in contact
and when you tell it try and sell it
if i was stupid i would catch me a case
and just give me my space
unless you would rather experience losing your taste
and best believe it when i say it won't be due to old age
it won't be due to old age
don't test me and just give me my space
cause i've been tonguing this blade
casually fucking this rage
steady sucking this phase
and i ain't talking 'bout crescent moons
since i was put here to blaze the track and chip it in stone
stick your ass in his face
strangle with the distort
and like that he sat on the stage posted claustrophobic haze
to reflect in solitude on his fucking mix that he made
with a grave for the feedback
and no pay for the bling cats
mad of stacks for the weed addicts
who need it to keep at it
in fact with these habits
without it he'd be savage
lock it in my pocket with a bucket of malice
and if its stress that we talking then i chug by the gallons
but if its mess that we talking then it's under the pallet
i ain't even on that petty shit
so slit your wrists then pity bitch
let's both forget that you exist 'cause -
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
on another energy struggle some friends double as enemies
dumb as the you've got no trouble defending me
punk of the century fair like loving me tenderly
scam like double indemnity
hate when we pave the way and stay away in the shade
now facing the consequence and you can pay it in pain
the truth of the matter is i
blew through your pad and
shit on its stupid inhabitants and
raid your refrigerator and root through your cabinets and
praised in the printed papers and boosted the averages
gazed in the face of danger
a italian with the blade of an ancient saber
i strain to escape my anger
awaiting the taste of hater
facing ubiquitous is like coming to meet your maker
balling me up in battles like nuggets beating the lakers
some of us need some players it ought to be up to me
but picking the sickest raps like a lottery number spree
i giggle with ignorance and
plotting on shit to jack probably thought about jumping me
but everything that they do been already done to me
you fucking up the game 'til it's not any fun to me
rockin' it comfortably while you watchin' from under me
and with a track sicker than black water
to the bitches that's biting this
take a picture - it last longer
you man a sinking ship in the midst of a silent mist
in the grips of leviathan
and there ain't no telling us we're in sync with this timer sin
ducking shots in the glimpse of a sniper's lens like
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
it never really seemed worth it to try
but i figured- may as well before i belly up and die
for thirty thousand shares of this cynical sort of verse
i could write another one for whatever it's worth
anybody seen a pep-talk walk-around selling wolf tickets
the phoniest will always do that when they tryna kick it
the sound -quality's fucked
you can only hear the sample
the vocals are muffled up
wanna do your doubles over
60 in the studio smoking a pound of grass
nevertheless stress don't rest
is it the chest or a mess
guided with the itinerary to success
get hotter than some swiss miss
there ain't another option if you popping off with this shit
to multi-colour lipsticks
hanging for the ceiling fan i'm leaving with my wrists slit
reach inside my pocket pull a muzzle out from this bitch
a bitch ain't necessarily a broad watch the hip switch
demons y'all tonguing all to eat 'em like a brisket
figure it out you fucker cause it ain't worth it to risk it
the iron knuckle rips shit
now one question - who is this?
running in the open tryna dodge donemis' discus
scribbling hell on a wish-list
so kiss this dear john letter goodbye
with jason chewing on his neck and his jaw
why's he always faking he falls?
tryna get to the other side of the wall
manufacture murder flows and you can get them on call
from a demon ogre leaning over
two heads ain't better than one without an extra set of shoulders like -
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know
they try to tell us that we're floating
they try to show us but you know