CAN’T SEE

[Verse 1: DOWN6]
I can't see what I'm made of
I'm livin' my life off paystubs
Been lost and vacant in mesas
Not hard to say shit when baked, bruh
Like, wait up, make up, vapor
Is what I see when she wake up
Abusing cannabis hourly
Roam in slums with the razors
I hate to do this again
But you ain't a sane bitch, I want it to all fuckin' end
Forever stay broken, can't never be friends
Flags and red lights under fog in my lenses
One with the love of my cousins and brothers
I wouldn't be here without one or the other
I feel like there's bands that I owe to my mother
But dickin' around through my savings made it shutter
Race in pace, I deal with customers, they mutter
Ace a taste that leaving lakes of fucking blunders
Rakin' up my confidence into some bags
Lacin' up in a Honda Civ', kick up, relax
Tab melt beneath my tongue
Rats out, they sneak for fun
Had dealt with a lethal plunge of
Bad friends, rather pull their gun
Shine bright, four eyes under moonlight
In the EVRDARK, a gaze of the dude's scythe
But you couldn't really tell with your loose sight
Who's right? Not a damn soul with a clue, why?
Pick up the rhythm, I'm killin' 'em one at a time
Takin' the boof, and then I produce a record from the mind
Of fragile insecurities that's purely running tyrannies
The fear in me is eerily creepin' ahead and seein' me

[Verse 2: 919SLUM]
I'm fuckin' cruisin' down the street
Smoke is foggin' up the path, and it all black
Pull up with a black gat, fabric-made ski mask
Barely even see the boys when we even come around
Steady knock and drop you off, into the hills we go down
Lookin' in the mirror, blood up on me, got them razor cuts
Shots are ringin' out but I don't duck, I don't give a fuck
Give you a new name, it is now "my victim"
Put metal through your face like I'm piercing through your septum
Shit, I'm ridin' hard and going harder
Flow go hotter than some lava
Droppin' the body off in Colorada'
What matters is dollars
What matters is killin' all through my white collar
I will earn respect from you fuckboys, I holler
When I call my shot, lookin' like Iguodala
I'm draggin' his dead body back to his father
It go further in these southern nights
Desperate in this time of heat
Pull up with the switchblade knife
Out the alley, can't see me creep, can't see