Lyrics Dark & Twisted, Pt. 2 - CJ

And I'm at it again
Another beat murdered, will the massacre end?
On one hand, rest my head
While I'm counting my sins
On the other hand, fuck it
Need another planet just to count up my wins
The damage extends
Way out of my ends
I round up my friends
Need some help with the job
Plan the mob in advance

Advance my check cause I'm balancing stress
Finna stamp your neck if you panic the press
Sure I need exposure till my names on they chest
On everyone's lips they obsessed with the kid
And their Expectations only strengthen my shit
Messy explanations to why I'm destined to win
And the experts insist
I'm the next to get big
I'm the freshest of princes
Ain't messing with smith

Unless it's smith and Wesson
Pistol kept them in line
Pigs were checking
Kids expect to get signed
With intention
Of spending checks on necklaces
Iced out
Misdirection
Blind now
Vision checked in
But the Wisdom signed out
Finally minted, viscount

I doubt my doubts
Reroute the routes
I took to get booked
And signed but how

The fook when I ain't signed yet
Excuse the dialect
But I can't even fly my fleg
They took my identity
And left me with the violent troubled past
I'm running fast
To escape what could take
A hundred effort
Please try to understand
Fundamentally
I been a product of the motherland
Fatherland
Brotherland
Daughterland
Smother and ill slaughter them
Parmesan
Getting cheese
Gave into my greed about a week before
I heard the fucking 'week ago'
I'm speeding through the streets
Blasting cj on repeat at full
Swear to Jesus I'm undefeatable
Stampede if no one feed the bull
I'm eating beats to reach the unachievable
Fuckers want a speech and all
The things that come with leading roles
I'm peeling off the bandage
Let you bleed some more
Pleading for retreat won't solve
Defeated souls
My peak ain't reached, let people know
That cj got some heat in store
My recent flows won't be exposed
Until they feel I need to blow

Dark & Twisted
Narcissistic
Part with misfits
Star gone glisten
Scars are hidden
Harder hitting
Bars I'm spitting
Mark and imprint

What the fuck am I really meant to say?
Down on my luck, I'm cemented into place
Bars that I love never see the light of day
Cars in a rush end up speeding to their fate