10 Feet

Uh, I don’t wanna try bruh

Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
Can’t disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I’m bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high I can’t speak
Been three weeks, I still haven’t met my peak
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah I know it never ever end well
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin’ bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it’s room in Heaven for savages
My life’s a canvas, I’m paintin’ in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don’t got shit, but the clothes on they back
And its been that way since way back since
Like I’m a killer or somethin’
These niggas lip-singin’ like Milli Vanilli or somethin’
I’m like Lil’ Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin’
I guess, I’m rich, in broke pockets
Bountiful, my soul’s empty, so deep, ten feet

Times ten feet
F*** love, it’s gon’ take more to convince me, that you with me
And not against me
Where I’m from we loaded up
Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat

[Non-Lyrical Instrumental Outro]