

Prompt / Lyrics
Don't know when my demises, in the lew My prizes, unaware of what compromise is, just what exactly attracts me to deferring devices, Me scarify the sacrifices or stick wit staying the highest, plus or minus, multiply it divide it, stay positive wit high mileage, no need for side chick, My pipe spiked wit the finest of hype shit, no passing to copilot on this pyrex the glass gets splashed inside, my bad I ain't trying to advertise it, I'ma amped up and I'm crystalizin, you can call me Trailer Swift blowin for days singing I'm so excited, taking like 5 or 6 rips and get quite lit, nows that's what I call a nice ice pick, I'm energized wit my eyes big, usually don't try to get as high as I might get, I just might not like it, im what they all call in my bizz a liability flight risk, can't control where my mind is, finished a couple assignments, if see a nice ass on a fine bitch i might just go right behind it, she's something later on I might lie with, a place alone we can go in hide in somewhere quiet, get some head and eat the pussy? yup ima dive in, and then right when my titan finally starts to get to rising, clothes are off, and I slide in, and we start to bumpin and grindin, don't know where half of the night went, I'ma bust a couple of nuts and say "bye bitch!", drove off dirty cuz I ain't got no license, grab the pookie to get a nice hit blow out smog, fuck up my climate, had a lighter somewhere, now strugglin to find it, you hear all that racket in all that silence? haven't seen the inside of my eyelids, in a long time type shit, I'ma Rice rocket equipped wit the Nitrous, this dope make me wanna go and try to climb shit, might steal it if the size fits, not hungry but I'll take a to go dish, still stuck Mr. Bogus, comin down hard, and kinda hard to focus, don't know where the commode is, at the casino and haven't hit a bonus, Feelin like my streak of luck is broken, I'm going slow and didn't noticed both my hand knees need some lotion, down to my last token, I need some direction, where am I goin? [Hook] From all this Mix mastering all the natural disastering If and If anythings happenin hopefully I'm cashing in It's all In an orderly fashion then take a pic for the camera then St-st-st-studderin and stammerin I ain't fina imagine it no matter what my habit is They tryna stop me from tryna 2 handle it I ain't losin my religion just engulfed in all the hypnosis and magic shit Hypnosis and Magic Shit Technology obviously but Hypnosis and Magic Shit If Jesus could of fathomed it.. Wow
Tags
rap, hip hop, trap, beats, bassline, 2020's pop based rap, drain, west coast rap, polyphony, cinematic
2:46
No
6/29/2025