sesh you ain t slangin stop i pull up parking lots you ain t arranging rocks i know that you think it s hard cause you ve seen it done slash heard you re a sponge never be your own man can t you understand how i came in the game yeah me neither no breathin it s amazing i make my way out the other side of my personal maze i was stuffed for a minute couldn t feel my legs i had to bounce back like the rubber band snap round the ziplock bag full of money that we stashed in the wall downstairs that was back in 2010 i was just about to leave no one knew just how to feel but i did that s why i wait and feel calm inside cause i am real i am me and you are you running around tryin to chase this loot hop straight back in and then i glist to the finish white noise in the flesh hair down never see me i done tried to make it clear i do not think that they hear me mic check 1 2 ri ri rick in the building got my hi vis and my blade look like i m building on the site with my clipboard smoking and chilling no hard hat no whistle still officially killing every fucking working brain within a arms length distance you get melted into ashes and i m casting you to iron turn you to a blade of mine so i can use your life in spite i make cash all night fuck your money and your ice you ain t helping nobody with the shitty words you write think about it think about it think about it think about it12
['dark trap', 'underground hip hop']