10 Feet

Uh, I don't wanna try bruh

Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with

Bad magic, can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence

I'm bad at it

The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer

The mom thrasher

The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor

A straight tweak, 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 rich spell

Uh, like abracadabra

The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums

Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum

I feel like Hell full of bad bitches

Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages

My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' 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

Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back

And its been that way since way back since

Like I'm a killer or somethin'

These niggas lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'

I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'

I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets

Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet

Times ten feet

**** love, it's gon' take more to convince me, that you with me

And not against me

Where I'm from we loaded up

Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat