Lyrics 8. - Lil Spryte

(What's todays mathematics?)
(Destroy)

You can watch my mental break
Now you suckin' fuckas bow to me
(Ah)
Only smoke tops, L's ain't allowed for me
(Now)
Why you bugging? Bitch you doubted me
Destroyer of worlds, this what I'm bound to be
All of you humans are blocking the pipes, get out my mental, facade
Don't nobody wanna prove what they worth, rather just say it online
Go ahead and take your handout
Whoever gave it playing god
Said you can keep my fucking soul
I don't need it, I'll make a new one
I put my dick in a muhfuckin' demon, I'm leaving my chi on her tongue
Bitch I'm too tired to do all that creeping, find me a queen and I'm done
I'm in the woods, know what I'm seeking, crawl in the creek until dawn
Grandfather died from being a genius, so knowledge is all that I want
Shed off my flesh
Shed off my penis
This is my spirit that talks
I need to rest
But niggas with beams looking for me and I won't be popped
Let me out of my muhfuckin' body more painlessly
Maybe I need me some Wock
I still remember, back in the days, I was a kid smoking rocks
I got a couple of shooters with drums on they uzis, go do-do-do-do-do-do, uh
Fuck with the flux in my fuse and they run in yo room
Like some troops off of 30 of uh
Grip up yo watch and yo booze
And run off with the loot with no trace of what happened or uh
Strip down the block by the boxers
And watch niggas falter from all of the product we

I need it right now, vile
Grime ball try hard
My mouth? High cal
Dried out, nice snout
Tried in, tried out
Trident, white owl
Light Hamm's, Whiteclaw
Trifling white hoe

This ain't my best, but this is what it looks like when I start pulling weight
I'm at 15 percent, but I could run circles around all you niggas for days
I need a key, I need a front, I need to escape from PA
I'll put some fetty inside of my blunt, and take the shit straight to the face

Throw a planet out the passenger seat
I can move dimensions with my mental physique
We just smoked your mans inside the petals we chiefed
I could grow a pair to let my family eat
I been had a plan, I get money for free
Watch me stack to the ceiling to help those in need
Put a rack on my bills and the rest in the street
I'ma scream with my throat 'till the rasp make it bleed
Why you seeming so hopeless? Let go and be free
Got the world on your shoulders, could've never been me
I carry like seven, your stress is a breeze
Nigga still my composure seem better than he
And yo bitch coming over, get head from a treesh
'Cause I'm you, but I'm bolder and less of a geek
When I'm high I'm still sober, connected to me
I'll be high 'till it's over
Or credits at least