10 feet

uh

i wanna try

but i

uh

acidic

a bunch of bad habits with bad magic

i can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence

i'm bad at it

the mad hatter

the pump-packer

the mob thrasher

the purp mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor

i straight freak

so high i can't speak

been three weeks

i still haven't met my peak

like i could be someone other than myself

like i could find a little heaven up in my hell

yeah

i know it never

ever end well

yeah

i know i always fall victim to a wish spell

uh

like abracadabra

the flow so raw

forgot to grab magnums

been raw-dogging bitches ever since i went platinum

i feel like hell full of bad bitches

wonder if there's room in heaven for savages

my life's a canvas

i'm painting in blood like a cannibal

rip off his head and i salvage it

huh

a little too graphic

at least you niggas know that i still got the passion

as someone who ain't got shit but the clothes on they back

and it's been that way since way back since

like i'm a killer or something

these niggas lip-syncing like milli vanilli or something

i'm like lil wayne

i got a milli-milli-milli or something

i guess i'm rich and broke

pockets bountiful

my soul's

empty

so deep

10 feet

times 10 feet

fuck love

it's gon' take more to convince me

that you with me

and not against me

where i'm from we load it up

pop out and turn niggas into mince meat