WICKED SOULS

The cones are what a I hit I commit till my lungs are unfit
I admit I ain't gonna quit got me feeling lit
Your wrist looking in a need of slit mane i'm back insane with a whole new chain
Can't use my brain won't explain cause can't complain
I try to remain sane you think I care about some little third dimension shit
You're weak the truth is what I seek you might end up in the creek more people need to speak
We unique, living my life with a whole new technique about get to my peak
Always getting hit with a test never get a rest about a leave the nest
My life has progressed I'm impressed
I wonder what is in store for me next
Gonna blast off to the astral plane leave this pit
Off to space I got to flow, don't belong down there below

(Aye, yeah, what you said, what you said, aye)
I said
That I pray, and I justify for the Rake
You'll pay, my faith, when I'll stab a knife in your face
I'll say, escape, I think you should run away
I think you should run away
I think you should run away
I think you should run away
Run away now
Run away now
Run away now
Run away now
Run

Drop a molly in my Sprite, ay
Sniff a line of K and some white, ay
Heroin in my veins
Since that day, that shit didn't change
I'll stab a fuck boy right in his face
In this game, less say, everything is a race
But what if, my pace might run off of my faith
And I finish in jail
But no
fuck that
I kick back, run back
I won't get back in the mental big pack
I'll snap, a jigga right in your fiak
So run escape, or you might get clapped
I'll take your life, and this, and this that