WATERMELON L.S.D. BLUES (feat. Rob Buck, Lil EZ, sjl_onlineart666 & Kermode Zay)

Yeah I chug my protein shake like it's my final hit of acid I'mma roll a hundred joints Catch me choking, I ain't passing 'til I pass out Blood on the floor of my lungs, my life is cashed out My consciousness is flying out my body like a frag bomb I scream and shout, tryna run away from myself And all my past vices Yeah I'm dropping bombs on the track like I'm in ISIS While EZ getting iced all on his 21st, it's a crisis I'm rolling dices The way I'm taking chances Taking slices of my lungs and handing them to God While I stack my muscle I'm becoming Zodd as we speak Your morals flawed This beat I prod has got me feeling like a FLYGOD My spirit byegone Boulder shoulders like I'm Trigon I'mma steal your style, finna twist it up And then make it my own as I watch you get snuffed The way you be winning is all because of luck If it weren't for your colour you'd be in the muck Where the fuck do these words come from? My brain is too numb to be thinking of sum Hope you hear all my secrets the way that my Locket be Crumbin' I summon, she coming, I'm gone Need a bitch like Wildstyle from the Lego Movie Me and my shawty making hella movies In Rob's room smoking crack I'm homeless Call me soulless She sucking my soul now I'm soulless I want houses all over the world Wanna be timezoneless In Hawaii In France In Dubai making the bands I ain't fucking with xans Make a plan and I stick with it Got blood all on my digits My 21st, we drankin' like bums That's your name all over these guns Yeah your songs are buns No cinnamon rolls, smoking a bowl Smoking a bowl, and I'm killing this shit Feel like Westside from the east side Because I'm king of this shit Ghosted a bitch now she pleading the fifth She pleading to live Rob make a Westside beat I pull up, address the beef and spit some heat She wanna see me naked She wanna undress my meat Take a seat and listen to all the shit I gotta say I was sixteen, got my heart broke Now I'm twenty-one, still folding bitches it's a travesty She have them tapestries I chase her down and she said, "don't come after me" Now I'm rapping, and trapping With big dreams I'm going for broke, I'm going for broke Neem inspired me He said some shit like he started rapping like last year Yeah that's me now I miss Neem now And I wish he was here Yeah I wish he was here (yuh) Yeah I'm gone but not forgotten Everywhere I seem to go, fuckers remember my name For shit that I thought was lame when I was younger Bullied just for wanting to participate and join the game But fast forward, now you locked up in the chains of society You fucking bot, you built like a sheep You ain't more shredded than me You lil bitch I'm about to knock your ass out with my UWEC degree While your bitch grind on me She copping Aroma tees every week, so she stay looking clean She giving me head out west while the mountain mist flowing down my chest And yeah I'm sinning again, it's a test Hucking coins in the fountain even though my luck never been the best Soul of mine never seems to rest, and my life is a mess Feel like I'm being checkmated in the game of chess Every move I make is one step closer to my death But I ain't dying anytime soon I don't plan to fall while I'm under this moon My life been artificial from the start My experiences merge into one as I fall apart I'm swimming on the beat like a loon in the middle of the lake That's the contents of my heart My soul a lonely loon in the midst of the wake, I'm swimming in the dark In and out of consciousness Wrapped in my sarcophagus Folded what your mama said Said she gonna pop a xan Whip a gun out pop her man Sip a forty, lock it in Need to realize what my conscious says Realize I went to bed Realize why I felt the dread But I grew up from what was wrapped and sewn in all the consequence Love you, please don't tell me what my mama said When I hit the lead But I'm better now At least that's what the zaza said Confused on what the Sonny's Edge But I end up overthinking why I was up on his mans Now I'm off the meds Now I'm feeling all that fogginess Not again, not pretend Hit the bed, lock it in Feel my soul toppling Lost what your God has said Lost the whole lobotomist Didn't catch all the mother fucking Artisans Always knew you were the mother fucking snobbiest (ahaha) Got my feet on the ground and my head in the sky About a hunnid rounds packed in my waist at any moment in time The money get passed around from the ground to the top Until the crowd up there don't drop any scraps for you and I Now what's left is some motherfuckers ready to die For a fly chain or whip thinking that's what matters in life No healthcare or free school but fucking dry they squeeze us So how can you say don't bite the hand that feeds us When we ain't got enough to survive But I digress, it could be worse I'm truly blessed upon this Earth The Good Lord saved my life, gave me everything I needed to thrive But after tonight need to repent, I'm a born sinner And that kush is heavenly sent Make me feel so alive Turn the clock back about a quarter century Balling like I'm OJ Simpson back in 1973 No helmet but I just might run you over off the Hennessy And the way I just murdered this beat might ruin a legacy