The Way Down

God kills the best of us

And leaves the rest to bury them

This heart of darkness is charcoal art

Carcas carving marble for seraphims

My chest is pounding like an 808

I get so cloudy I could fade to grey

Aleister Crowley with the razor blades

Spray flames at fakes until they fade away, aye

Any minute I'ma immolate 'em

My inner state stays in decay

Their shit is played out, my skin is splayed

24 ribs sit displayed

In a trophy case now

Scripted hit-lists in lowercase

With a pokerface out

I'll show 'em the way down

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I got money so I don't do much

You niggas be talking' too much

I go toe-to-toe with myself in a rut

I'm a nut give a fuck mama told me what's up

These niggas don't love us they out for the stunt

If there's funk tell them niggas to meet me out front (straight up)

For some fame there's a whole lot of dick they'll suck

We do nothing but plot and do us

Me and some ghosts in a truck

We lurking for sinners who don't know the word of the one

I'm a son of a gun that'll bust if I'm touched

We get ugly and handle our stuff

Type of fight is you down to put up?

If there's beef call the cops if you ain't gone pull up

When it's all about drama be willing to jump

If there's problems then solve them be willing to dump