incompatible

what?

fuck's wrong with you

don't get along with you

won't hit the dope

get in a car or on a song with you

don't like the way that you move

can't fuck with what you do

since sesh is always number one

it's always fuck you too

i'm still under the ground

still movin' the truth

you could've dropped a million songs

still never heard a tune

slither through the gloom when the moon has bloomed

we all know somebody that click-clack kaboom

i'm soon to assume you ready to be doomed

before i even touch you

you already turned blue

first sight damage on can't ban it

if the world is yours then i own multiple planets

the highest of the standards

the lowest of hopes

i'm in the house at the top of the hill filled with ghosts

scratchin' at the wall

floatin' down the hall

waitin' for a visitor to let me haunt

i don't squeeze glocks to put 'em in the truck

i just make sure that they never wake up

i don't squeeze glocks to put 'em in the truck

i just make sure that they never wake up