NightmaresAndLucidDreams (feat. Nixonx0)

That will be all, tarnished warrior, spurned by the grace of gold Back in this bitch like i never fucking left Running laps, relapse, and im never outta breath I'm a grim reaper creepin up and down the heaven steps Young mind reader dealing deeper than the devil depths Life is a bitch and you know that bitch bad Knife with the switch in the ditch is a bag Picked up that bag and that shit was persuasive Seen them toe tags but I'm never evasive Time after time, but I'm stable for a second Crime after crime, tryna label me a felon Target on my back, but I'm never feelin threatened Fine mastermind no snitchin no tellin Back, back, back, but I'm back, ayy Back, back, back, but I'm back Said I'm back in this bitch with the fifth i might plead Round the pit boys make sure to make you bleed This shit be malevolent, yeah, ayy Never let the devil in If I have to, then I might just abide, yeah Act like you do but you aint ride or die Walk it like you talk it, man, you talkin' outta pocket I'm the plug to the socket why he got no pocket rocket Play with my life, thats a gambling addiction I don't pop pills, but I hand out prescriptions Adding up my racks, like its simple addition Thirty tracks, like the clips to ammunition Six, six, six in my mind be racin' Dismiss this, and my nine get to pacing Three years off probation Off-white lookin' like me, Caucasian Bitches acting fishy, but you wanna know why That pussy be smellin' like a dead crustacean, bitch What Put another bitch on my block list Most dangerous man, like criminal blacklist Steady askin' for my track list Why don't you bump whats playin This bitch want shit, but they don't faze me If you try me, shit really don't matter Try to climb up, but you not on my ladder Count my money while you goin' backwards I put my bitch in that Trackhawk Flyin' this bitch like Blackhawk Talkin' that shit, but you mad soft You lookin' for an answer Stay around me, cause I don't take no questions I just put ten on my necklace Only the chain, I don't rock no pendants Stay blowin up my phone But I don't think we got a connection Stacking these bricks like Legos And I'm spinnin your block like Tetris Shit irrelevant I just might forget about it I ain't got the message Shit, I ain't heard about it I'm in that little trap, bench pressin And you know I got that tec clutchin' How many rings you got Eleven R.I.P. Bill Russell That will be all