Lyrics MAKE SURE YOU AIN'T FOLLOWED - Saliva Grey , Blckbrd

I'm a portrait of a portrait of myself
Lie on the carpet
It's subjective what's important
It sits better if it's imported
Seeing a lot of cancellations like these return flight departures
Turnin stark white like a carcass
Ain't no fire, imma start it
I been depressed a long time
Blood resemble the red wine
98% this DNA is similar on swine
Try to sit with the confines and your head gon explode
Try to protect your neck
Muhfuckas aim they treads at yo throat
Callin me goat is so reductive when I'm stubborn as a mule
So hungry I could eat a horse, the final elephant in the room
Sewing your own damn white tee, final thread up on the spool
Raising my son in a world where toddlers rolling dice to go to school
Ain't ever met a cop I liked, nobody protected by no blue
All experience relative, you tellin the kids what isn't true
We're all fuckin maladjusted, but their comfort wrote the rules
If you out to kill a patch of weeds, you choke em at the root

Said we could be wanted, whatever we damn well pleased
If you still pray for perfection, you just gon damage your knees
Account for the unexpected, handful of plans up my sleeve
Use your viewer discretion, can't tell no blackbird to sing
Said we could be what we wanted, but now all I am is spread thin
Yung crow the bee in yo bonnet
The crawlin ants in yo skin
When life been brutally beatin yo ass
And you need to drag yo broke limbs
It might jus give you the shit you been gunnin for
After it punch off yo grin

Bastards and fiends
Swim laps in a drink
Don't ask if this winnin
Got a fuckin
Full casket of green
Quit asking for Spinach
Same muhfuckas would laugh and then leave
Now rap all my writtens
Wear a mask for my basilisk teeth
Yell action and getcha
Lotta muhfuckas is runnin they lip at me
Bitch, I been waitin in line for this
Crow from the gutter, I ain't ever stuttered
A muhfucka cranin his spine for this
Ain't got love for no muhfuckin rapper
If they ain't gon pay me a dime for it
Burnin at both ends like all the tobacco
That sally done rolled inside the spliff

Imma go retarded
Grey the god
I dare you fuckers to cancel me
Y'all origami
Fold the bodies
Stackin em up gon tag the feet
My Soul departed
Hold the marches
Think that shit gon make us free
Ya brains are clouded
Fake the mouthing
Making that difference behind the screen
You bleed behind it
Sympathizing
But you ain't about it
Steady shouting
Fuck the rich and
Fuck the free market
Sit behind that
Phone molded imported and sold to entitled fuckers
Who never know how good they got it

It's the Grey with the Bird
Fuck Whatchu heard
We finna sit back and puff on this herb
Jefe get burned
Fingers are hurt
Rolling in motion I crash in the curb
Never Concerned
Under the earth
Tunnel my vision Im boring the purse
Y'all never learn
Live in reverse
Stackin mistakes they gon fill up that urn
Fuck all this cattle I copped me a prod
Im gon stick em incision I grip on that heart
I just sit back and flip pack ain't got no regard
For these pussy muhfuckers want finish but never start

I cut up the cloth and I tearing apart any
Fucking applause for that Grey
I waited to start I got way head of y'all
And I'm finna hit pause I don't play
Y'all pray to yo god I'm gon pray that you fall
And I hoping the stone finna stay
I don't get involved number 12 I don't talk
Cause I only converse with the gang
I'm beyond that shit on my shit came from that 4
I'm gon clutch a spliff fuck yo shit everyone know
You's a sucka bitch suffering stealing my flows
Ain't no wonder who better yo ceiling my floor