we call this the facts

no fr i gotta be honest with ya. i do this shit when i feel a certain way. when people think im just a pawn to play. like i will t spray the mace like wordless i could save face like bitch catch a case like if I really brought it to you youde fold like even with the clay you couldn't break the mold/ like even if I gave you the secrets taught you the language gave you the alphabet you wouldn't be able to break the code) I'll give you a hundred loads of laundry the only thing you learn is how to fold/ damn I'm crooked as hell for the way I talk because I'm bold/ yet you supposed to be honored for what fool's Gold. sit down let me speak who the f*** are you the preach you got larvae and then you got the leech someone grab the bleach somebody im exhausted with this lie the illusion that teplaced life death thr breath of those alive im fucking beyond death after it died would i ne erong if i reapplied i got more to offer this reality of lies like an ounce of truth for a dime of lies we call that demise like we paid the price for the rise who the fuck ate you to glame my pride a glitch in my manifestation get rid of you like an infestation. im the fkesh of revelation so try my patience