BAGGAGE

[Verse 1]
Holly just pulled up and I'm smoking
Bitch I roll blunts up when I'm posted
4G runtz I grind it up, roasting
Smoking on bag of bag of that potion
Bitch I got 40oz I'm pouring
What you know 'bout the peeps that I'm mourning?
Keeping that Glock for peace but not folding
Holly done lost a piece of that dome mane
Ayy yuh, holly don't stop
Walk in your place and I leave with a lot
Ski mask erase if I'm there, cause I'm not
Just gimme my space when you see me or pop
I'd get the fuck out of my face or get shot
Creep in the back, you won't hear me go knock
Empty the strap and it wake up your block
I go home then I shower and wash off the rot ayy, ayy
Ayy, I got that baggage, baby girl you trynna smoke some?
We connect like magnеts if you in my space, you will come
Focused on my habits, stuck insidе my brain until dusk
Memories are like maggots when I'm dead that's what I'll become
Ayy, frozen in time, chains in my skin and a glint in my eyes
Emerge from the earth, I'll be covered in flies
I don't care what they say I don't think of replies
Grounded from birth like I fell from the sky
Heretic speak with a lessen on life
I can sense if you're weak, I don't care for your lies
I'm disrupting proportions, disfiguring lines
If I'm on tracks, I'm immortal, I do not think that that's normal
Circles of salt around my portals to keep me back from the horrors
I'm stuck in awe from the borders, I've crossed to get to this torture
I'm tangled up with no order, just chaos flooding my mortar, OK

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I got that baggage, baby girl you trynna smoke some?
We connect like magnets if you in my space, you will come
Focused on my habits, stuck inside my brain until dusk
Memories are like maggots when I'm dead that's what I'll become
Walk in your place and I leave with a lot
Ski mask erase if I'm there, cause I'm not
Just gimme my space when you see me or pop
I'd get the fuck out of my face or get shot
Creep in the back, you won't hear me go knock
Empty the strap and it wake up your block
I go home then I shower and wash off the rot ayy, ayyIf I'm on tracks, I'm immortal, I do not think that that's normal
Circles of salt around my portals to keep me back from the horrors
I'm stuck in awe from the borders, I've crossed to get to this torture
I'm tangled up with no order, just chaos flooding my mortar, OK