Intro

Ahh yeah, man this shit feel so good

And I ain't fuckin wit diablo X2

Verse 1

Ayo they told me be patient because my timing will come

My third eye's illuminated and aligned with the sun

That means I'm high with this vibrancy my disciples have won

Just to go and put down that bible and pick up rifles and guns

I spit that trifling pain as I'm flapping vicodin gums

I'm wishing pain on my rivals cuz they debate my arrival

Just masterbate on that pussy as I just pray on survival

I'm not a killer don't push me

(Aye motha fucka don't you dare push me dog)

And I appreciate you my G

I got yo back in any jungle like Jumangi

Said they ready for war but they ain't ready for it I'm that vato raised from the concrete

Everybody's eyebrows on fleek

And when it come to confrontation pussies ovulating

We just skip the conversation

Me and you got no relation then we be like Miami coaches boy we draw Heat

(Buck Buck)

I hope you only find peace

And maybe find pieces of body parts in ya white tee

Covered in violet, violence is the dialect

I am the piolet hoping you die again Diagon Alley I'm Harry Potter on vicodin

This enlightenment's powerful I just pick up the pencil and instrumental i'm writing

(ah)

Like damn how you do that shit

We like a furniture company how we move that shit

Verse 2

And I don't get high no more

I'm octane, I'm high off pain

I'm in the clouds, I wipe off rain

I vibe off change, I fight off lames

You uhhh

Fuckin snake, you python brains

I wish you WOOD, then BOARD this plane

Abort this child, you ain't my son

Cuz I'm like AIDS, you don't want none

I don't behave, you like this style then come get some

This rap my job, but I still have funnn

I gotta big nose ya I'm bout to blow up out it

All I know is you the wrong way to go about it

Had em lookin at me tryna pick em out the pocket

Opened up for Bubba Sparxx and I'ma show about it

All this pain and fuckin violence you know about it

So you know I had to go and spit a flow about it

This my adolescence I'ma fuckin grow up out it

I'm hopin they don't really know about it

I take a drag of the square, I ain't havin affairs

No cheatin

That means this verse is platinum rare

I used to keep a sack of the dank as I was packin a pipe

But that was way, back in the day when the crack was in sight

And then I, started to pray with a passion to fight

What can I say it's like the Passion of Christ so don't cross me

Boy I swear I'm wrappin it tight

Like emotional baggage that was stuffed on the back of the flight

(And that's frequent)

I'm in the cut like i'm stabbing a knife

And the faggots be in the back laughin like I'm having a bright future

Boy you can't imagine what this savage is like

When ya own mama don't want you its a damagin life

I got trust issues, I got mommy issues

I'm sick of this abandonment life

I don't really know what a familys like

Me and the motha fuckin devil going at it tonight it's like whoa!

Verse 3

It's like why God

Everytime I gotta look up to the sky God

I keep feel it when you look me in the eye God

I really miss my girl ain't gotta lie God

Like shit I kinda wanna get high God

But I know I can't I don't wanna die God

So let bigons be bigons

My favorite rappers is Dy-Lon and Dy-Lon

Don't get it backwards like flamingos knees

I been the shit since Jynco jeans, yo that's a long time

Put that green dot to yo face like you be online

(uh, thats a facebook bar)

One hit of crack will leave you ringing like a phone

With this rap ya I think I hit a gold mine

The devil be wantin they fucki soul I ain't sold mine

Shit, he even wanted me to co-sign

But that was way back in 09'