RIP Tracy (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & billy woods)

I like music that makes me cry

Uneasy steps, deep in it like needle and flesh

In the center couldn't see the end

Indecision leave the pieces split down the middle

I confess still resent for me

I need to redirect

Thought you found you a little easy in

I need you to back up

A couple steps, you're clouding the lens

One script worth a thousand pictures

A million miles a minute, how the vision spilling out?

Ghost face, killer crib was overcrowded

I know the feeling

Except now it's a house of mirrors

I'm broken into the whole reveal

On some Jordan pill shit

Whole team was me, I'm the only villain

Sorry bitch (I regret it)

My ancestors wildest dreams versus nightmares

God bless the child with his own

And taught the one without it robbing

Same time out here tryna change and stay silent

Take care if Bruce Lee say to be water

I don't know no soul

I'm foreign to cordial, don't snooze

I got a couple more moves to show you (here we go)

(Here we go, now I know what y'all came to see)

(Know what y'all came to see)

(Is what's gonna happen)

All that sound and fury and read like pantomime

What do I know though, I'm just a regular guy

Put designer jeans on one leg at a time

You'd be surprised like bruises on the inner thighs

If you knew your muses inner lives

Wondering why it's a rhyme

Newsmen in the eyes

Sometimes you run out of lies

Sometimes you tell the truth just to pull them all sides, huh

Your hot song is a couple funny lines

Or to summarize, couple of big sativas

I'm from where it's always summertime

My life is a movie, silent

Black and white king's dream

Wake up and choose violence

Look around, you chose right

Two T-N-S, we fee, we war, driving Uber Eats

Spin the block, war-like, kill an army

The blooded tyrants going cheap as hell by the pipe

Them things are cheap

But still 3D print will get you

Everything but the Lazer's sight

This life, blink of an eye

And it's back to yesterday's price

You're only as good as your last book

Something is really bad if you don't like that

Wake up thinking 'bout my past man, would've killed my ass

If it hadn't been for the police coming 'round the street at the right time

I done got lucky, babe

What language, that

But you can't be good, biting from somebody else

I bite from nobody, I bite from nobody

'Cause I'm great, and I'ma show you I'm great

Uh, one can never be a fine artist if one hasn't lived

And experienced most of life's, um