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My mind is empty Free form My style frenzy 6 feet lie My enemy die plenty Tires puff up on my 6 They just trendy Follow my Page 1 Like the Bible Or Quran Maniacal mind Bars cold, cryogenic I ain’t egotistical I’m Miles-centric All my friends working for the man This my apprenticeship Mind numbing dissociative lives I ain’t a fan of it Ferocious antics Y’all music to me sound ambient Hit me up Murder a feature they call an ambulance Hit me up Letras de canciones1v1 sleep em while popping Ambien Bantering Drinking whisky like water to an Atlantian Got no nemеses Coz my enemiеs all a fan of me Follow close on my socials All hopeful I hit a canopy Soul uplifting I merrily take the lows in my stride Often kick it with Jesus, he like the way that I vibe While I’m up in the clouds Rappers tryna get high After we meet in person My haters don’t even try I just wanna spread love for life Whether tough or pride Give it all to the world floor Let the people cry Rappers busy lurking Tryna mess with all my circuits Reconnect and see me working While they fuckin with they style Coz they see me like I’m cursing Every seeker of the purses When I’m really just a learned Son of Yasiin Bey, I found Paper towels Make for shallow Raps Cook em with some tallow fats Sear em when I’m speaking Drop some water in that’s how I spat Hot as hell how I attack Immaculate like hourglass Figures Make you cower, mad Bitches Acting sour strapped You can see me slow up You can see me slow down You can see me vibe, know I’m keeping it right though All year round Even if my life short Even without no sound I’ma keep on flying, flying Flying, flying Till I fall down I’ma motherfucking Antithesis Of any bitches Sisyphus Coz I’m rolling these Stones Up the precipice Icarus Listen I kiss the Sun ichor Drinking they blood My chrysalis Transition From a pawn to king is what I been living Imprisonment My experience Mind distorted Deteriorating Very patient So I face my demons Beat em Send em Back and Don’t appease em I won’t Lie Lose myself to greed if I don’t try So I keep myself on trial Why you always messing wit’ my head Uh Why we always go to sleep instead Uh Why you always talking ‘bout my bread Uh Why I always see the color red Why am I the one who's always pressed Take up all the anger in the room ain't nothing left Sirens singing to me cuz they want me at my best Taking all the energy Make sure ain’t nothing left You are not no kin to me I say it wit’ my chest You are not no friend to me I shoot you in yo breast I'ma fly high and not settle for nothing less I'ma fly by and I'ma shoot it just like Wes Snipes When I'm in my zone yea that's the best High My niggas outside so I'ma roll By The boys outside tryna get Fly The boys outside tryna get Fly The boys outside tryna get fly, yeah The boys outside tryna get fly The boys outside tryna get fly, yeah The boys outside tryna get fly The boys outside tryna get fly From Letras Mania