What My Soul Thinks

I work harder than whoever they paying
A arm and leg
Got the hammer in my hand embarrassing every lame
Pull up anywhere I want with the plane
No plan b
Maneuver through dead beats
I’m back with the haps sheesh
This ain’t even me on top gun swag
Wreckless drugs in the bag
Empty out the clip reload it and let it blast
He exploded right before em and poured it out on the track
I combust things
I come by
Swing thru with the rustlings
She like the wind in her hair
Air to the port
Concordant and so rare
I purport what I’m scoring and they ain’t even compare
I don’t fight fair
High stakes
Like em medium rare
New York strip blowing strange thangs in the air
Lotta people used to sleep
My only bro in the mirror
I could pop up any day now
Like aye look at this here
I remember what you said
I was sleeping in your bed
I was feeling really lonely
I got voices in my head
They tell me to get ahead
Find a throne and tell em crown me
And I got way too many meds
In my system imma mess
I don’t want no one around me
I got the cheese I got the bread
Jesus Christ I wish instead
I could show you what my soul thinks
Alotta nonsense
I’m chasing residuals
These MFs so pitiful
They won’t last
I’m like a minstrel
Without a pencil
In a benzo
Feeling sentimental
Missed me by an inch though
Fuck around and I might touch ya
Pick the brush up
And move you
To wherever you do be moving too it’s truly frugal
I pull a car up in cop a new car to pull up With carpets covered in bullet
shells
I’m the type to dull a bell
Lemme elaborate
Pat me down and I’ll salivate
I Meant to kill em im all filling em with the drilling
I work harder Krillin dealing the villainous thoughts
I poke around the spot and stick a dick up in a thot
I’m micheal Myers on trike tires
I spit inspired lyricism
Irregardless of whoever is hearing em dearest
You know who the fuck it is
The clearest
The cleric with something garish
Completely relieved and cherished