neighborhood of make-believe

liquid white base and i lay the fuckin paint

while the gutters catching rain

i don't never catch a break

rather never stop the clock

i keep it goin til it breaks

i just be conjuring up my emotions

emotionless and i'm frozen

latin seed spiking diconnected writin no doubt i'm the one that they told you

about in the past say i'm not and i laugh

you don't get it just open your eyes and its there

up and away to the moon with the breeze you would've never thought that id be air

get incentive perfected i know you got it corrected

no disrespect and no distressing 99 percent don't get it

all the shit they do is just so not what i would do that

i can't even look at you and say

that i like what they doin

me and my brothers know what the fucks up

always have and always will

don't give a fuck about a dollar an opinion or a deal