Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anarchy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jules Adderley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Endless Flowz
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I just switched to the iPhone
Now I feel like my 3rd eye is gone
Niggas always want a problem
Heres the Resolution
Visions getting blurry
Change the resolution
Sit on the bench
Pardon my French
Imma son of a bitch
Know the Truth gets intense
I been Stuck on the defense
She been sucking on
Im just building suspense
I just say it how it is so
Please don't take no offense
I aint tryna be offensive
If it ain't
Making profit it's expensive
We got more than 5 senses
We got more than 3 dimensions
Niggas hate the truth
And I could sense it
Would you rather
Pay a fine or pay attention
And why do Niggas Always lie a lot
Like they really down to pass a Glock
Then something bad happened
Now they acting shocked me
Seen my family died
In front of me 2 times
I counted
And I accidentally died
When I fell down that mountain
Never felt the same since
Tryna fill the void
But ended up with nothingness
I should cross me off the list
Im like a 3 headed dragon
The way that I came in spazzing
Shit is a burden
Tryna determine if
He even needed affirmative actions
I'm closing the curtains
I'm really different in person
I'm not forgetting I'm certain
A repetitive version
Spit it with relative verses
Im not a sensitive person
Sensitive synonym churches
They sitting in
Probably sinning in
Pretend they giving they sentiment
Shit is sickening
Plot is thickening too
Asking what can I do
Can i toot my own horn
Or even tie my own shoes
They giving no clues and
Acting like they never needed no help
If I simplify it then
I'm really disrespecting
Myself
I was smoking weed in school
And that shit got me expelled
And at that same time
I realized that heaven and hell
Was in the same place
But it's overlapping itself
You can be heaven with nothing
No accumulative wealth
You can be in hell with everything
Shine like gold
Drugs
Guns
Bitches
Money too
But do you got definitive goals
They don't realize
That they selling they soul
Flexing the fake
That shit getting old
And I don't argue with these
Internet trolls
Wait a minute let me take second to
Manifest hoes
Okay now we can go
Im taking a break this shits taking its toll
Writer(s): Jules Adderley
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