Problem

Fuck is you thinking lil' boy

Run up no shooter, that blade on your throat

Tread lightly, I might just be losing my psyche
See zombies, they mindless, incited by hype beasts
I know y’all can’t stand me, you think that I’m hyping
Google me find me
There's no defining
No jewelry, no shining, just shitten
Dismissive, been nice with the written
My pen like Da Vinci
I know this is cringing
The door off the hinges
Can’t stop me, I’m feeling so vengeful
I'm back on the whisky, been feeling so risky

Controlling my history, I’m taking your listeners
Fuck all that shit about taking my time
I’m out this bitch, and i’m taking what’s mine
Patient like Jason, your heart get to racing
Been silent like Myers, your heart not escaping
Admired like jeepers, my eyesight amazing
Rephrasing, your structure, auxiliary bitch
There is no structure, disruptive like havoc
These 808’s tragic, can’t check me like magic
You be in a casket, you nothing but ashes
Feeling so-

Fuck is you thinking

There is no escape

You welcome to die, in the pit full of rage

My niggas, not playing, we breaking the frames

Fuck is a normal, y’all loving the formal

My nigga this passion, don’t wait on the masses

Can’t fuck with the calm

Insomnia daily ain’t sleeping

Thinking 'bout nothing but filling the morgue

Fucking with life, got me feeling so torn

Serial killer or work for it all

Or is it the same, and I’m working too hard

It seem like you thinking, but fuck is you doing

You slept on the passion, now look from a far

Lost family off bullshit

Them niggas off bullshit

I’m calling their bullshit

They hate all this real shit

Can’t fuck with impostors

They fuck up my vibe

Fuck is a sleep, I get high till its dusk

Come fuck with me now

Backwoods is burning

Come mosh in the pit