Daggers

Take the dagger out of my chest, faking my last breath
Breaking the glass, step on the bottle my last step
I’m at the brothel looking at pictures she had sent
I’m Aristotle look at the scriptures my hand send
Fuller than the throttle I’m macking at full speed
Pull up like the Ottomans on you I won’t leave
If they got a problem, tell ‘em I got a map
X on the dot, pull up, where I’m at
My flow, GPS, stole from the CVS
Got goals like I’m Maradona the road of a leery vet
Back on my bbs bitch act like you need me less
Strapped with a need for vengeance, clap at a greedy pest
I’m the best

I really do this you think you do cause you got clout
If I am Julius who is Brutus get knocked out
Charles Xavier coming at you with mind tricks
Outside doing pull ups, playing my shit
Outside of the bullet or inside it
A child cries, tulips, I hear sirens
Riding down past Utica with the pilot
Nine lives, one left so I’m wylin'

Make a dagger out of my breath
Fingers around the felt tip pen as I manifest
Figures around an endless den I could recollect
Triggers the sound of shells hit men as they try to step
Take the dagger out of my flesh
Throw it up on the banister rep my family crest
International ambassador on the Capitol steps
Permanent middle finger fuck with a capital f