Dramatone Butterfly Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't wanna talk to y'all
Y'all the type to go and get the cops involved
I don't do drugs, let the rasta call
I got stupid lit 'cause I was off a bar
I don't like rats at the preach [?] sun
Eat with God, feast with nuns
Keep it raw, let the creature come
Let him beat the gods, I don't geek for fun
Keep the page full of misconceptions
I ain't never slept with the Smith & Wesson
They don't got tech, shit, the fists I'm checkin'
Switch up the clip, gotta grip the best one
Get the cash, I hate losses
Trip off capped, they missed the face off
Tip top shape, I rap and take calls
I don't get caught strapped and sick for saint God

[Verse 2]
Get the cash and take blames
Sip from the cups, snakes came
Drip from the cuts, can't wait
For the trip from the dust, laced gang
I'ma get what I want, stay sane
Got a fifth of the lean, same thang
Got a fist full of rain, red trees
I don't trip from the 'caine, take heed
I'ma tell you how I feel about you, all day I ain't jealous, I'm more real about it, y'all pray
For the kid 'cause I'm rough with you (ha ha)
And I don't got trust issues
I'm just thinking everybody wanna see me fall
I've been talking to the angels through a ouija board
Walking with my head up in the sky today
Will I go to jail or will I die today?
[Verse 3]
Saw a butterfly in Hell, break the walls
I got faith in myself, so I played my cards
I got chains on my neck, face the flaws
I put a mask on my face and the basement jaws
I got shit on Tone, [?] on chrome
I got sixteen bars for the grit on cold
Stick my teeth in, lick the blood
Rip the keef, I tip my plug
Sip the mud 'fore I lick the wounds
I don't like 'cid, so I stick to shrooms
I don't write big, but the pistol drawn
I got sick of death and got switched at dawn
For only God can tell time
Only chop the trees and form [?]
I do not see eye to eye with the masses
They keeping y'all blind and I write for the savages

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