Self-Medicated

[Verse 1] We all chasin' whiteness, their heaven the same as I Enemies slain, stomach full, head held high Two espoused freaks to carry the bloodline And for that bloodline to carry with grace and time Took the road less traveled, they took ship to sea Mine's revealed what’s dormant, but they can no longer see They not explosives, but the suspect epileptic Yo, a light too harsh, damage his perspectivе Your knight drew wrong, he got intercеpted The night feel off, but, nonetheless it's dreams of Matthieu Blazy Blaze me a blunt, put one in your blazer This not for retailers, resellers, or beat sellers This for the street killers, real felons, and go-getters The shit that we peddle, real pendulum swing levels They told me keep the head in the beats, but his brain on the streets [Chorus] And I know exactly what it is You don't hide, still I pace in fear No clue why, why they brought me here Wasn’t meant for your home [Post-Chorus] Pacing again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again, and again [Verse 2] Shaitan pulled the wool over eyes and made a great escape Tryna ask what’s going on, but scared of Marvin Gaye estate Told it to the mountain and came back in Himalayan state They scramblin' like the south of the Sahara up on they dinner plate 95 Interstate, smokin' the regret away Gothic at the heart, love the world 'til the death of me Speakin' of that death, I'm obsessed with it I was born flesh, manifest of the sex that digested us I could give a damn 'bout a set or a festival Food desert storm, I was trekkin' for a vegetable Consented to aesthetics to pretend to be presentable Fridge full of food, but the guilt indigestible Gang was on the hunt for a pill or injectable Lookin' for that first time, feelin' undetectable Trouble on the mind so the speech not legible Da, da da da, da-da da da, these niggas trippin' [Chorus] And I know exactly what it is You don't hide, still I pace in fear No clue why, why they brought me here Wasn’t meant for your home [Post-Chorus] Pacing again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again [Outro] This not for retailers, resellers, or beat sellers This for the street killers, real felons, and go-getters The shit that we peddle, real pendulum swing levels They told me keep the head in the beats, but his brain on the streets This not for retailers, resellers, or beat sellers This for the street killers, real felons, and go-getters The shit that we peddle, real pendulum swing levels They told me keep the head in the beats, but his brain on the streets