Intervention

[Chorus: Wildcard]
I got a story to tell and it's gory as hell just listen to what I do to get by
I'm from the heart of The Yard and I'm dark and bizarre, and you motherfuckers wonder why I get high
But your fate is gonna seal
You say you keep it real
And you don't wanna feel but you must try (must try)
Now the devil had a deal
Someone grab the wheel, drama coming down the hill like a mudslide

[Verse 1: Dead Poet]
I'm relentless in my struggle and been devastated by pain (pain)
Fuck walking across water dawg, I levitate in the rain (rain)
I smoke blunts by the dozen
The weed resinate in my brain (brain)
Coke pouring out my pores and got my gеneration to blame
I'm twenty-fivе now
Why the fuck am I still doing yay?
Got hypocritical critics all in my ear, but homie who are they?
Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines like my homie Newie say
Getting white powder thrown in my face like Frank Dux in a kumite
I was taught that life is just a part of dying
I'm trapped inside this dark asylum mastering the art of rhyming
Me be the loca
Coke and en panocha
Acapulco G.O.G.A. Poet comatose I'm older
Getting high every day
Ain't no reason for you to panic
I substitute my drugs like switching seats in the Titanic
And I'm sick of hearing Phil talk that drunk and sober shit
Probably murder Wildcard before it's fucking over with

[Verse 2: Wildcard]
What!
Murder me, you better get in fucking line
I'm purposefully versing these words to curse your troubled mind
Don't try and paint the twisted picture that I ever tried to tell you what to do with your life dawg
That's up to you
While you sedate with pills and home-grown doja
I faced what I feel in my life stone cold sober
So no-one can tell me I'm any less of a soldier
A cobra who daily has battled ghosts and vultures yo
You don't think I wanna let loose and quit
Use my dick and spewge on the hugest tits of some boujee bitch
Loosen lips
Smoke a blunt with a congruent split
Slewing who I'm viewed and with a fugitive whose fuse is lit
I'm living proof that I'm improving with the truth a bit
And usually maneuvering I ooze with views that you resist
Look how useless your excuses get
Something smelling fishy like a bitch who has no idea what douching is
I'm fusing this music with loops and it's lucrative
Beauty is my duty and you can just maybe sit and brood on this
Used to abuse why you cruise and shoot with a luger quit
I spewed a blazing fire that the tube of a bazooka spits
This ain't no movie script so move or get excluded quick
I use this shit to back off bloodsuckers like it's a crucifix
I don't know who's in your head, but I ain't new to this
So focus and let's take this road over homie I'm through with this

[Chorus: Wildcard]
I got a story to tell and it's gory as hell just listen to what I do to get by
I'm from the heart of The Yard and I'm dark and bizarre, and you motherfuckers wonder why I get high
But your fate is gonna seal
You say you keep it real
And you don't wanna feel but you must try (must try)
Now the devil had a deal
Someone grab the wheel, drama coming down the hill like a mudslide

[Verse 3: Dead Poet]
Hey yo, I came in this bitch, pants sagging
Carhartts and a black jacket
Dark heart like a black dragon
Card shark and a tramp magnet (hey)
A hopeless dope fiend and dopeless hope fiend
On a rollercoaster ride snorting coke and codeine
My broken soul screams
Bloody murder menstruates in
Fuck whoever separates the résumés at heavens gates
A selfish fiend, that'll melt a bitches self esteem
Fuck rapping, I should give seminars on selling dreams
Candy flipping, randy women, randomly have panties dripping
Acid tripping, looking like a mannequin that's panic stricken
A bad seed, and black sheep who bag weed
And word the fuck up to G-Reg and Brad Dees
Yo I'mma cursed and vile person
Who's versatile with verses in the bathroom with a bag whore
Servicing her cervix
Melting on this molly
I heard a voice and it spoke
"Fuck weed, I'd rather roll in smoke, poison, and soak"
Yo

[Verse 4: Wildcard]
I ain't your parents or your girl
I'm your partner in rhyme
This dope is slowing you down
This type of dark, you can't shine
I'm trynna find a way to say it from the heart, not the mind
You gotta question, dope
Just makes the answers harder to find
And not too much is fatal about being a pothead
But this coke and methamphetamine gon' make yo ass drop dead
So when you 'bout to get high, think of feeling
Imagine me standing by you telling you "put back the pills in the cabinet"
Have it your way
Now the devil came to eat your heart out
And left you overdosed on coke, you need C.P.R. now
Them angel voices in the back run, ain't just part of the beat
They're Gods, angels screaming at you cause you caught your defeat
I'm feeling crazy as a twackdad
Emaciated bitches
And refuse to be another fucking negative statistic
Don't risk it
You word to the car I used to sleep in
This drug world has only got a deep end
Your friend, Phil

[Chorus: Wildcard]
I got a story to tell and it's gory as hell just listen to what I do to get by
I'm from the heart of The Yard and I'm dark and bizarre, and you motherfuckers wonder why I get high
But your fate is gonna seal
You say you keep it real
And you don't wanna feel but you must try (must try)
Now the devil had a deal
Someone grab the wheel, drama coming down the hill like a mudslide