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