Intrusive Thoughts
It feels like since I got my life Back together I haven’t had time to type and write Or even spit on the mic Even tho I’m always on my phone If I hear a ring I changed my sudden tone Takin time Back it’s breakin my back I’m back like bone I’m bad yeah I know How many fuckin times have I fucked Up how many times has fake Friends showed love Shi to much I try to prevent evil it’s the way I ventured to Prevent my ego Even tho It grows I know I’ll never show How much my growth changed Me Got me stuck not giving a fuck When I needed all Yall nobody paged me Now all these fake motherfuckers Changed see Two thing I can never Be A fake ass bitch who snitches Or Like blunt jus waiting for my hits And it’s funny to how all these rappers Talk about luxury and make more Money than me even tho I speak What on my mind every song I wrote I took my time crafting every Line from my mind Trying to make every syllable Hit you It’s a crime All these brags about riches All the bitches talking Rags to riches When in reality it’s brags that Break down Ur ambitions Now it’s about who has more money Who smokes more or who has The littist party So yeah bitches get me the bircardi I’ll kick cardi n spit shi That makes them Look exhausting Talking about ass n tits Probably Got that nasty itch Keep talking about About wap n shi I’m not knocking it Get ur guap up n it’s All yall worried about Bury the clout Yeah jus forget About making a difference see we’re different I rap About how I’m feelin n living You rap About how big ur ass n assets is How wet that swamp wasteland is and Yeah I’m takin shots At this lil Beyoncé cormonzones lost ay Modest Jus honest they hate because i put more on the line Then cocaine Like kobain (he already said that) But yeah they rich jus shake ur ass N show ur tits yeah bitch these bloody shoes Stomping ur fuckin face Hope you liked Taste Of it too Uh I don’t even give a fuck about The mumble Shi anymore Props to these admitted whores It’s funny how they get many more Bills than the real Buffalo Jus because they dance n shake So they make a mixtape not one single song About how they came a long way But ay if I could mumble N show no Emotional Or verbal Content to my music n make A Mill or two I would do it Na yall got me Dead nothin lame ass bitch shakin they head Then we got these so called political rappers Shut fuck because you chase Clout Like crackhead from the south Yall not Pushing the bar lightly touchin It only political Shi I listen is Chris webbys shi That Adam Calhoun N tom mc bitch Mixtape got the brave feelin Scarred Haha Bruh you say the same shi every tape You make the same music jus lie n More fake Some times I ryhme to see if I Still got it Yall bitin my shi Like a motherfuckin Tick To gain prophet Listen Keep sayin you didn’t Yall delusional Jus pretending Causin chaos to these stay at home Moms I’ll drop the bomb Nagasaki Blowin up world war 3 Who got me Packin a nine Wit all the artillery To burn these fuckin nazis Yall lost at sea Like Jose Salvador These weak minds need more Time To seek lines with poor Grammar Tryna find the only kind to Spit the clock Like it chasin time Only Bruce because these kids Have no manners I guess they learned from the Parents Yall inherited the worst personal Fragments I’ll be laughing Relistening To our beef I ain’t diss you I gave fuckin props Dude sorry if they Didn’t enlighten you Might as well Start a fued wit you To fuel My anger too Ill enhance in prance through this the #Intrusive_thoughts_2
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It feels like since I got my life Back together I haven’t had time to type and write Or even spit on the mic Even tho I’m always on my phone If I hear a ring I changed my sudden tone Takin time Back it’s breakin my back I’m back like bone I’m bad yeah I know How many fuckin times have I fucked Up how many times has fake Friends showed love Shi to much I try to prevent evil it’s the way I ventured to Prevent my ego Even tho It grows I know I’ll never show How much my growth changed Me Got me stuck not giving a fuck When I needed all Yall nobody paged me Now all these fake motherfuckers Changed see Two thing I can never Be A fake ass bitch who snitches Or Like blunt jus waiting for my hits And it’s funny to how all these rappers Talk about luxury and make more Money than me even tho I speak What on my mind every song I wrote I took my time crafting every Line from my mind Trying to make every syllable Hit you It’s a crime All these brags about riches All the bitches talking Rags to riches When in reality it’s brags that Break down Ur ambitions Now it’s about who has more money Who smokes more or who has The littist party So yeah bitches get me the bircardi I’ll kick cardi n spit shi That makes them Look exhausting Talking about ass n tits Probably Got that nasty itch Keep talking about About wap n shi I’m not knocking it Get ur guap up n it’s All yall worried about Bury the clout Yeah jus forget About making a difference see we’re different I rap About how I’m feelin n living You rap About how big ur ass n assets is How wet that swamp wasteland is and Yeah I’m takin shots At this lil Beyoncé cormonzones lost ay Modest Jus honest they hate because i put more on the line Then cocaine Like kobain (he already said that) But yeah they rich jus shake ur ass N show ur tits yeah bitch these bloody shoes Stomping ur fuckin face Hope you liked Taste Of it too Uh I don’t even give a fuck about The mumble Shi anymore Props to these admitted whores It’s funny how they get many more Bills than the real Buffalo Jus because they dance n shake So they make a mixtape not one single song About how they came a long way But ay if I could mumble N show no Emotional Or verbal Content to my music n make A Mill or two I would do it Na yall got me Dead nothin lame ass bitch shakin they head Then we got these so called political rappers Shut fuck because you chase Clout Like crackhead from the south Yall not Pushing the bar lightly touchin It only political Shi I listen is Chris webbys shi That Adam Calhoun N tom mc bitch Mixtape got the brave feelin Scarred Haha Bruh you say the same shi every tape You make the same music jus lie n More fake Some times I ryhme to see if I Still got it Yall bitin my shi Like a motherfuckin Tick To gain prophet Listen Keep sayin you didn’t Yall delusional Jus pretending Causin chaos to these stay at home Moms I’ll drop the bomb Nagasaki Blowin up world war 3 Who got me Packin a nine Wit all the artillery To burn these fuckin nazis Yall lost at sea Like Jose Salvador These weak minds need more Time To seek lines with poor Grammar Tryna find the only kind to Spit the clock Like it chasin time Only Bruce because these kids Have no manners I guess they learned from the Parents Yall inherited the worst personal Fragments I’ll be laughing Relistening To our beef I ain’t diss you I gave fuckin props Dude sorry if they Didn’t enlighten you Might as well Start a fued wit you To fuel My anger too Ill enhance in prance through this the #Intrusive_thoughts_2
Slatt 💯