Mine

My head fatiguing off the opus

Kept it underground to focus

I feel afterlife six-under oath don't want no hocus-pocus

Niggas tryna go pop I draw contact rip my face mask

Nothin' but nothin' but net is you Roger or Novak?

You still are no match you get no rematch

Boy you missed your moment

Perusing the MoMA I'm on all my lonely burst in tears

On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture

Where's the shaman?

Ayahuasca

I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement

I never ever trust the pre-rolled

I never let a random ************ shoot the B-roll

I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?

Never **** someone you wouldn't wanna be though

It forever seemed like time's up

When we swerved in the Honda

Now forever seems like no time

I mean time flies when you have some

Both nuts weigh two pounds all on your ***** like futons

My crew saved your crew like

Niggas came through with the Groupons

Cookin' with the grease now truffle fries and Cholula

Are you slowing down?

Are you holding down?

Whoever held you down?

Whoever propped you up built the structures with you?

Swished the buckets with you who was ******* with you?

Really brothers when you needed that?

When you see 'em now is it forced black?

Hail Mary on the fourth down

Hands to the sky yeah

Peace to the holy peace to the people that think they know me

Piece of Moschino cover your a*s your rectum showing

Peace to the boys that we used to be though

Geto Boy North Face too cold on these h*es

Peace out to Willie D Bushwick Billy and 'Face

Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name speakin' his grace

Hands to the sky