Morgue Lyrics

I am not from the hills

But I can still fill rap into mill kills

Business got big bills

I know, you can feel this

My level gonna make a hit

I don't give a shit

If you wanna bet, take my life

If you missed, its still my med sticks

Banging my head up and down, with my headphones

In middle of lotta sounds, pick a clown

My life marry go round, around and stops in middle of whole crowd

And I am like oh wow

Holding my breath

Still acting like nothing happened

I got this

It's my round. what you got

Is a bitch, my ego act so proud

And now you have a doubt

Which is not that relevant

Still you can call me now

If I am in my head than you're so lucky

Lets clear this out

So, better now

You talking about stories

Hip hop is now so hold me

Feels like mentally lonely

Sounds little corny, but my briefcase is full of ex-therapy stories

That I did in my dark lobby

Tryna exchange my Pace for a change

But mind starts blocking

You think you know me, homie

Keep laughing like a fake emoji

And I keep killing like it's john wicks hobby

It just motivates me

How I rotate my life from a rag to balboa rocky

Hi stranger, come here vibe me

Here comes escape my gravity like a tsunami

Hustle every block

Walker on a walk

If you ask me

Am I done

I'm busy bitch, I don't wanna talk

Go call the cops coz

Dead out from the morgue

Out from the morgue

In that state, you either rap better

Or pen down.

No, no I don't fuck around

I think, I'm on my learning

New beginning, what is so funny

This is my story

I don't have a soul to waste on a treasury

Who is my enemy

This pen is my remedy

And I'm living for dream

But living don't come for free

Huh

Tell us, tell us

What's your glory

Back then, you watched my stories

Now you watching me growing

Wait Y 'all, I be rolling

Soon as you mention me

Pretending normal

But inside making more strategies

Storm hit my hunger

Lets feast

Can't you see

In so much hate, I can't breathe

But that doesn't mean, I'm weak

Any me, come real

My horrifying, magnifying words act like bee

You call yourself hip hop

I'm more than what you see

Without any blog, with all my dwag

I zip my mouth for a cause

Spit on a mic like a don

I'm not rap devil or rap god

Picture me one day, rock all the stages

Oh Am I hurting your G-Spot

My toxic making me a hero

Like 2 PAC in a boom box

Prolly one day switch pool to a cool car

Big budget, new song then I be like

Who would've thought

Basic boy who thinks a lot

Work hard for his spot

Before everything stops

Hustle every block

Walker on a walk

If you ask me

Am I done

I'm busy bitch, I don't wanna talk

Go call the cops coz

Dead out from the morgue

Out from the morgue