Home Alone (feat. SWIM & TJOnline)

My brother said I work too hard I said he right My pen is way too golden girl just let me write Thankful that my father never left He always led me right Hardships never soft I got to get my shit off And live long like Betty White I'm malicious straight outrageous v v vicious Ain't no playing ain't no scrimmage don't you play with none my digits Nor my paper nor my payments bitch my patience has been thinning Yeah I'm banking all my statements feel amazing they been grinning I wreak of heavy metal penning million manifesto My parents fled the ghetto and still raised a decent fellow You just can't run with me when all I see if geeks and pebbles Who knew the boy who grew up Coy would be a rebel Okay I'm calling funeral services Emergency for whoever question or even gesture uncertainty If I bring a verse then I also brought you a hearse for free Take it as business or take it personally Whatever's worst it works for me Your life is in my hands treat BPMs like surgery Heart is on my sleeve leaves me bleeding like a murder scene I'm only seeing green getting cream me urgently And if you haven't heard of me consider this a courtesy I popped out the womb with a signed W-9 I only know overtime I'm holding onto my spine carry Talents are very I know it's hard to observe it's gotta be scary Twenty plus years in this bitch it's crazy we're not even married Asking my spiritual guides what do I need to survive How do I leave I'm surprised They told me to learn how to perry And keep on singing like that cage cannery Will I end up in Pari'? They said it's giving very I can't say last night was a move because I really bes in those Either those or TV shows I maybe need some Miccanos IRS is in my books like let me get a peek at those Measuring my fees for shows against my need to Cherry Bomb track twelve What the hell Might as well just seal ya dome up Like my deals and keep it closed Less you speak and be exposed I only scare the hoes to feed the bros A vise a verse who even knows I might keep some guts like nematodes Or Nickelodeon TV shows Six words when I leave 'em notes Kick the bricks leave my clothes Side effects of being grown Wake up smoke and get some provolone Write on every song and get kick to back up off the pub alone I might get your favorite on the track but it ain't set in stone All this paperwork it got me screaming like it's home alone