I'm a solo lyricist workin on my own


I got the oil, so I'm burnin bridges,
Ever thought to yourself why the
London Bridge is missing,
I found out my wingman was a snake thats hidden
He got me all up on the walls like egyptians
You're bad decisions, bettered my visions,
Divison for the living, what if the truth was incensioned
you're ambition for a mission was trickier than magicians

I had my headphones on, when god told me to listen
If you lyin bout this, what else you lyin bout
We aint in a circus so why you freakin out
♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't got balls, like, a laser mouse
If I keep it real clean do i disgrace the dirty south