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30 Check Colder than them grits they fed slaves Me to rap is like water to raves Ak's with bayonets on deck, rep my set Sorta like Squidward and his clarinet I'm in ya bitch mouth but she fantasizing Staring at the skinny's, said it's so tantalizing Dawg, I'm strategizing, plotting on the throne Master of the ace, sitting on chrome Dark nights, tryna sleep, stomach on fire Delusional from hunger, so I couldn't get tired Imagining the equalizer goin' from green to red Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head And I'm sorta like Neo with the Matrix code Try to escape it, hoping the drugs'll numb my soul Say I'm getting old, time's running out Repeating instrumentals, tryna figure patterns out I never leave the house, ain't slept in three days Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze Weaving kicks and snares, tryna dodge these hooks Keepin' it original, something that's overlooked The way a nigga goin', might go out like Sam Cooke Or locked up, calling home for money on my books 'Cause if this shit don't work, nigga, I failed at life Turning to these drugs, now these drugs turned my life And it's the downward spiral, got me suicidal But too scared to do it, so these pills'll be the rifle Surpassing all my idols, took the wrong turn But can't go back now, so let that blunt burn 'Cause now it's my turn if I fuck it all up It took a while to get here, now I depend on these drugs Uh, I took a while to get here, now I depend on these drugs Triple X