Chorus (x1)
I’ve been gone from rap for a while.
It’s time to kill the forum like usual.
Nobody messes with me now cause there not excusable.
We getting high till we die.
Put dr0’ in a blunt, twist it up
Take another swig of the hen in my cup
I tell my friends, family and all my fans
The justice and the peace the matter's in my hands
I remind them each day how to keep drinking and my rhymes are concealing.
I never gave a flyin' [F] about how any of you [n] feelin’.
Like a flu shot, and a virus in this rap industry
I stand amidst the pits and glitz of geometry
I was nearly unconscious on the verge of death
I keep on rappin’ though until I run out of breath
Cause shawty you don't want trouble with my [N] and me
It's goin’ down tonight, even my enemies can see.
Last night I heard the name Mentor Tyrell he’s the guy not to mess with.
I flipped about 3 careers already now they’ve become a legendary myth.
I own the game I’m the dictator or call me the referee.
But when I murder your raps
it’s callin’ out, “you’re arrested for murder third degree.”
Every day I pray I say no more of a lie.
But that prayer goes away because I’m a get high till I die.
I’d like to give a shout out to my haters.
Without them I wouldn’t go from a Minor to a Major
Whenever I battle I have to explain you didn’t win it was just imaginary.
Yet, I got a couple verses and bars hittin you with massive vocabulary.
Something on my shoulder oh it’s a couple of microchips.
Getting high till we die it’s like an apocalypse.
When I’m getting high I write lines better that are valuable.
Lines that is more practical.
I guess I’m a rap god or call me rap robot because I rap like I’m mechanical.
While I’m high I’m eating everybody’s rhymes up cause I’m a cannibal.
Oh wait; just call me a carnivore because I’m like a vicious animal.
Absolute bliss, while you rap like your sleeping we accomplished this
It ain't anybody in this game even close to us
You see I got better in this rap I got more things revealing.
Seems when I’m killing it I get hype and get that feeling.
Uh,
Chorus (x1)
In the club on our feet.
Just dancing to the beat.
No word I say is a lie.
Except when I remind you I’m getting high till I die.
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