Bitch I clutch cobra
Bitches come and go bruh
Get my money
Get my tats
Smoke my dope
And Play my shows bruh
Stay out my business
And get the f*ck out of my face
I've been plotting through my lenses
Keep that f*cking pace, ugh
Ain't no race
No affirmation
I'm used to f*cking Caucasians
I hate myself
How I act
And my sadness
But that's one day shit
Catch me in Alaska
Stabbing backs of bass with hatchets off a handmade pontoon
With beer in plastic bins
Not the
Lifestyles of the rich and the famous
Some die with the name
Some die nameless
I'm after them
I came after so before you say of course again
I'm going off the course more
Sore than souls tormented
No normalcy
I'm filled with poor choices
My past is representing
Don't repress it
Enforce it
If anything
I'm impressed by my lack of morals
Emotions ran deep
But now are shallow jogs
On more hills
Couldve wrote four wills with how often I think ahead
Couldve met my fate with how much i Think of death
Faces appear
But they all seem blank
I hide my fear
I rest my case
X
Ape
This world that we live in i escape
No more to my decisions I am Ape
As Simple as simian no mistake