#𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓸𝔁_𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭_𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 #𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮𝔂_𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱 #𝓻𝓪𝓹 #𝓱𝓲𝓹_𝓱𝓸#2020 #𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶_𝓷𝓸_𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 My life’s in my palm Valum in my pan I stay calm burning like napalm before bomb bombing on them like Vietnam. Their hate caused a five alarm fire in my heart walk the wire over failure and the lake of fire in a war for my desire sick of liars spit napalm and light their pants on fire tick-tock tick on the hands of death with every breath it reflects the tension and pain and our struggle as we all secretly crawl for fame lifes cold weather strengthened my frame left right left wrong but I remain strong their words setting me ablaze while they try to smother out my name kill my flame but I stay burning like junkies with a flame on cocaine maintain to be greater decimals and fractions causing drastic actions and reactions we ride for our faction paradox underground putting our heaters underground with Mac 11‘s and 387’s sending them blessings from a Smith & Wesson. My life’s in my palm value in my palm I stay calm burning like napalm B4 bomb bombing on them like Vietnam. Like a B4 Iam fly like before they lie like a before when I fly my haters die this walk in life is 180 if you’re blind dropping bombs like Vietnam saw them down with my saw I saw the flies I saw their heart so I dipped like Mario kart diamonds flip like somersault while my demons assault hitting the fault line 8.0 on the Richter scale 28 on my digital my hustle was pivotal in these messages to myself that were subliminal creating the Whitey show VVs mixed with black and yellow gold roll around and snow on my wrist like icicle