#ALEPHALEPH #UNCOUNTABLE Maybe I should figure my life out... After this hit. Grippin twenty bitches in the back of my Ram with the crack pipes/ Yeah I got cash I, used to roll around in a motherfucking qashqai/ Now I got bars, and tracks and racks I-/ Walk up to em like "hey, I'm that guy", they like "fuck off!"/ yeah sure, that's fine/ I know your bitch basic, she livin in my basement/ hit em in the face with the beam, give em lasik/ bitch you off-base, I'm a fiend not a patron/ better give space for the team, we a nation/ Imma take one, then I take a dozen/ Imma have fun, then I pull the muzzle/ cook em well done, make em motherfucking sizzle/ you got a Porsche? I got a palaquin I treat it like a rental/ You know Aleph always makin all these bitches sentimental/ I been fucking round on mobile, always fuckin up my mental/ Think I'm getting fed up/ Stitches, I got several/ Fuck it, I'm a reaper, shoulda stuck around in metal/ Testin plenty mettles/ Fuck around a little/ And your body getting riddled, motherfucker lil $ithis got the bills for the medical/ yuh-/ Thinkin I'm done/ Thinkin I'm done with this one-use soul/ like run- run/ Think I better run/ Better run away from my fate, so cynical/