10 Feet

(álbum: Death Race For Love - 2019)

Uh, I wanna try, but I

Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
I can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the pump-packer, the mob thrasher
The purp mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
I straight freak, so high I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak

Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little heaven up in my hell
Yeah, I know it never, ever end well
Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a wish spell, uh
Like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab magnums
Been raw-dogging bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if there's room in heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm painting in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it
Huh, a little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
As someone who ain't got shit but the clothes on they back
And it's been that way since way back since

Like I'm a killer or something
These niggas lip-syncing like Milli Vanilli or something
I'm like Lil Wayne, I got a Milli-Milli-Milli or something
I guess I'm rich and broke, pockets bountiful
My soul's, empty, so deep, 10 feet
Times 10 feet

Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me
That you with me
And not against me
Where I'm from we load it up
Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat