Mine

My head fatiguing off the opus

Kept it underground to focus

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

*************s tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask

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 all on 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 mother****** 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 *************s came through with the Groupons

Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula

Are you slowin' down? Are you holdin' down?

Whoever held you down

Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you

Swished the buckets with ya, who was *************' with ya?

Really brothers when you needed that?

When you see 'em now is it forced black?

Hail Mary on fourth down

Hands to the sky

Yeah, peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me

Peace of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing

Peace to the boys that we used to be though

Geto Boy North Face too cold on these hoes. Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and Face

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

Hands to the sky