Mussolini ft. PHX98 Lyrics

My soul antique with the tongue I speak everything I need

My God showed me that the wisdom speak but my skin's gon' bleed

I told my peeps I'mma get us out, every word profound

God co-signed, everything's fine right now

Who gon' die, sippin' on wine like

How the fuck am I supposed to live

Fuck am I supposed to vent

Tv analog and static telling me to kill myself

9 to 5 ain't working shit

I don't see your purpose and

When I eat the bread I think the sins that I commit again

Devil speaks

Kinda scary

They ain't see

Visionary

Free me

Monastery

Can't think

momentary

That bitch set me up, what the fuck

I'mma hit that like Mussolini

I'mma get stacks y'all wanna be me

Met her girlfriend while smoking stizzys

My soul donut I caught it drifting

A hoe fall down I'm never lifting

A C.E.O. I call it pimpin

The ch- ch- sound I never listen

Your c- c- crown is nonexistent

I run for miles with verses written

My S.S.N. my chattel bitches

I'm 602 don't get it twisted

I hope y'all see the vision bitch

Why you hating bitch

Ain't save a hoe cause this ain't Schindler's list

Moving militant, yeah

Yeah, I just feel like whatever y'all are, I'm not

You know what I'm saying

If y'all are up, then I'm down

If you're going left I'm going right

You know what I'm saying

If you're smart, then I'm stupid

Everything I got is organic

My style's manic

I'll vanish if you outclass it

If y'all fire I'm volcanic

I know Shawn being next is not how y'all planned it

Fuck blowing up I'm tryna incinerate the entire planet

Black cargos black tees with the black vans

I'm heading in to get the sack 3 point stances

There's way too less zeros inside my check balances

Too many obstacles setbacks and challenges

It's always rain and no sun cut the wipers on

I got a heart made of gold fuck the right or wrong

I'm just isolated

This the price I pay it

For my ambitions bye baby baby bye baby

I'm standoffish

I'm weird and cautious

I stand out y'all some chickens but I'm an ostrich

The grind is stupid the work I put in's just obnoxious

The sample's dead kill

The beat's hostage

Y'all some crabs inside a bucket but I'm a crawfish

Y'all some dancers in the club but I'm a mosh pit

Aww shit incoming the rude awakenings

The work you claim ain't matching the results

It just ain't making sense