Movies (feat. Misty)

I cannot speak on the thoughts in my brain
I instigate all my problems
All of these issues are causing my pain
I don't know how I can solve them

See all of these pictures when I try to sleep
All I can think of is violence
I lay awake in my bed, 3AM
I just want some peace and quiet, be quiet

Though my own mental's diminishing
Bitch I'm still winning and
Pushing through conflict
I cannot lose, even if I I get locked up and get declared a convict

Got so many people just watchin' and waitin'
I feel so sick of the fakin' and snakin'
I thought I was bigger than feeling this hatred
But found I was wrong and there is no debatin'

I'm never finishing
Double and Misty cooking like a chef
We get so cocky inside of the studio, we start to feel much greater than the rest
We keep a sticky, a blicky, right next to our hippy with hollows, hit you in the chest
We might be white and be goofy, but if you run up then you're losing your motherfuckin' breath

Stand up for my brother, but we're not related
We just stay shooting bullets through the hatred
If I throw fists, then Misty follow up
We knock the purple out your double cup

We do not fuck with you goofy ass rappers and singers
Who put the capping in your music
I can sense bullshit, I smell it a mile away
If you lie then, fuck it bitch, I'm shootin'

Not talkin' heroin, fentanyl, morphine, or all of the shit inside of your veins
Speaking of .40 cal bullets, projectiles, that fly in and scatter your motherfuckin' brains
If I squeeze the trigger, you look at the muzzle, you can see all of the flames
We keep a gift that's always fully loaded, we up it and aim it at some of you lames, bang

Pour up a four
Sip it to sleep
Only respect when I'm speaking
Walk through the night with a limp like I'm bleeding
Stepping with demons and heathens all while I'm committing some treason

I am a lames thirteenth reason
I am the alpha, the delta, and even omega
I'm getting rings like it's Sega, don't need a hook
I am a rookie, I don't get treated like rookies
Stick with a pack like I'm cookies
Even if I don't got nobody left
Still my words fully clean up the mess
I am a blessing
But I'm demonic
Living too fast, say I go supersonic
Don't push me, pussy, you're playing fire
Speeding and speaking my gospel

Counting these bullets like commas
Me and double get to shootin' like a comets
Double my brother we got different mommas
You fucking with double or fuck with my family, leaving you spinning
And get your ass buzzing like Boston lagers
Leave 'em with bloodstains on their joggers
No resolving, problems get handled real quick

Blink of an eye as fast as a wink
Heart beat slow, my soul on the brink

Your presence in my life has been problematic
Don't fuck with London, or Misty, or Static,
If you want problems, or if you want action
Whole team pull up and we tote automatics

Spray
I might end your day
I might tuck the K
Throwing fists like MMA