Starting up the rhyme rhythm flowing from the frequency She’s telling me no something that I don’t hear frequently My minds gonna explode but I’m keeping it all in secretly Life’s a gift and a curse it’s balanced equally A mix of the good and the bad I’m not talking legally I bun a spliff til I’m gone and I’m talking evenly amounts can you count paint a picture my account constrictor said that im the victor making a mixture nah its gone bitter SnapBack sent now I’m on Twitter switching up to insta can you take it out the printer it’s getting cold now I’m winter she’s afraid to touch my wood incase she gives herself a splinter top bins like miniminter I’m on the wing they call me sprinter Why because I’m pacey stuck on my phone lately indecisive wondering if I should meet Lacey or macey then I think fuck it go with stacey someone save me from all of these single ladies man better call Beyoncé tell her take all of ur strippers man only just woke up I’m still dancing in my slippers standing up there’s never sitters all my pussies laying litters all these critters and critics im making bars from these lyrics im flying high with the spirits im never low like the crickets but i still hit the wicket then im buying shows with these tickets telling her to lick it don’t spit it