da world bout 2 end(s) ft. V22rteX Lyrics

Put em up, put em up uh

Yeah, put em up, put em

Uh

Look

I was gearing up and prepping for Crusades

Bumped into a Christian we both made peace

Then we begged God to speed up to Doomsday

Had a stare off and realized we were both too-faced

Nose was runny, and the money growing was a trend to see

Roads be only bumpy when we rolling on our enemies

The burden was borne, can't grab him or lift

The bird in was born, egg cracked from within

I clap my wings and the flags flapped in the wind

The dirt they made is now mixed with ashes of them

I'm not a star, somebody lie

My ghost'll morph into the Carina Nebula when I'll die

Getting sales off sheets like wet dreams at night

Till you fail partly cause you checked streams for ice

If there's money on my head

best believe there'll be money on your head

Now what you call that? Telepathy

Getting rich is sposed to solve crap that stresses me

Till that witch uses your ball sack as accessory

I lay back, start to blaze and jot humbly

I hate rap, but love the way that it comes from me

What's next? Getting along with a sicko wife

Ritalin for my brain, migraines from trynna riddle life

Trigger some comments, then watch the web tell us cope

Hol up

Trigger some comets, then watch the Webb Telescope

Backpedaling or back peddling? Selling dope

You take the petals off the rose, crush it then feel it's fragrance

Now take the pedos off the show, head bussin right on pavements

My attitude is: "chug it nice and go regurgitate it"

I can't say that they fear me in physical form

But best believe I'll have em fear me in spiritual form...