
Lyrics :
I am not feelin this shit, im just being expressive
if i am not talkin that means you could act like im not there,,im just bein honest
see you talkin prada designers.,Man your shit is some garbage
you on the wall and your head is my target, my bullets could slice apart,
Man do you hear the applauds..now you top of the pyre,,restin in peace,,chillin like villian
i think i like your attire, im bout to immolate,,
your ass on immolation,,,im talkin commemoration,,
I got the tissue paper,,if this shit look like tragedy,,change the station,,,If life is a movie ,,the entertainment is so overrated..
Thats the conclusion statement,,
Autotune on my shit,Im just tuning my voice,,Im not changing my statement
I didnt read all those books,,i just captured the gist,,saw the angel or demons
Not talkin God or the Satan,
i see how them people are not so much comnfident &what they believe , they are waiting for confirmations...
thats a confirmation based on confirmation,,,
them people too nervous as fuck,,they knock on my door ,,you are welcome
Missionary type of talk ,All that talk is hypnotic,,but not too compelling
I rather prefer smokin weed my granny,,we storytellin,,
We are levitatin,,we so elevated,,and sky is the limit