Still Tankin

The first time they hit me wit the skits

So they had to go and have me walkin off these cliffs and I landed in their clinch

happy that we made it this far in the glitch

but convo and conflicts tend intermix

been restricted ever since

my mind has been on the fritz

Still responding to the voices

tryna to make me go and trip

make ya feel like movie scripts

First they slowly took my whip

and then they took my girl, then I had to dip

looked around for a bit

mentality is burnt from all the tricks

thought they left me hanging in a lynch

Like anything was possible event

made me lost up in the sauce

Homeless, driftin off and hittin liks

All this shit to get you pinched

Not getting me locked behind no fence

Or dead up in a coffin,

That's as good as it gets

for now I'ma make it twist

stay dripped and keep it lit

try not to fumble in the muzzle burnin puddles

puzzled movie clips

checking goals up off my list

drenched from all the drip

No sweatin in my section

hatin noises never quits

Possessed from the switch

Yeah im nothing like a pimp

but im something like a wish

Eyes closed hope it happens

And there's Nothin else to risk

From all this Mix mastering

all the natural disastering

If and 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

it's like they called an all in blitz, hurdle over tackles

Spin moves, and hit sticks handle biz right quick

so I'ma have to get them chips

I'ma make it flip, had to try to get rich

while I still exist, when i caught the curse

Had to turn it into a gift, my mind takes trips

my heart beats a grip, off shit my brain depicts

cuz the voices ain't shit, but waste of time slip

Had to take a rinse, thought I was depleted

I was just content, brain exempt

My spirit is spent

I need to get sparked, i need to get bent,

100 percent, the messages sent

The numbers restrict, they trying to fit the script,

working all shifts, they all on my dick

Take the whole tip, that's as deep as it gets

Cuffs start getting clinched and they're taking my prints

They pretend I'ma snitch, I'ma genie make wish

Let's see if it hits, I'm fully equipped,

Shockwave a dog like the brother of Mike Vick

From all this Mix mastering

all the natural disastering

If and 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