Bitch I'm running a * rock,
eyes closed,
straight blasted
Sipping on this liquor and smoking until I'm blasted
Ready to * go,
I'm about to blow and now they know that
That's why everybody hit my * phone,
but where's my code?
I got eyes closed,
shoulders,
they be like,
oh man
You been snapping so much lately,
you just keep going
Bitch,
I * know that,
they said I should quit rap
Now I've been doing this so long that I can never go back
I had 300 songs last year, real *
Now I'm going out on my own and I'm traveling coast to coast
Lately now I got my own tours,
now I got my own shows
But it's funny when they try to tell me I'm not original
Tell me right rhymes in the right mind in the nighttime
If I'm not original, I am just a synonym
Don't need to see the difference,
unless the picture's anything but real
I could be your antonym,
I could be your anti-christ
But when I come around,
it's resurrection,
never suicide
Bring me back to life,
bring me back to life,
bring me back to life,
bring me back to life
Rhymes in the right mind in the nighttime,
rhyme rhymes in the right mind in the nighttime