4C - RAPSURE Lyrics

Don't even get me started, this sounds like the fall of Jesus Christ
And here we go
My pain is contagious, they say I need a therapist
I can't get help from no one while I'm figuring out how to inherit this shit

I don't need bible pages, I write verses like Shakespeare made it
You can go tell everyone about what I did, but I'll always have it's hand to take it from U
Magic added with music, you can't fathom what I do to not be coop-less
I met a girl who said the world is stupid and is looking for someone who is more ruthless

More energy, more fusion in his body
Felt toothless when the fairy told me, probably
I just met Lil Wayne and he rolled one up for me
These bullets can turn you to a snail, third time's a charm

Oh, it's a triangle and you owe me
I don't get headaches, it's the solar eclipse
If he's choosing bitches to be with, then he's chosen
If he got to switch on safety mode, he's a pussy moving

I'm just poking in my room, preying in on my frozen wrist
Preying in on the movement, preying in on my frozen bitch who knows more shit than
I do
Well, at least she thinks, yeah, pride's the devil, but what's that got to do with this
You think I'm selfish, I just worshiped a fig tree when I pissed on it

You're a bitch, I might just be an adonis
You killed the GOAT, the executive, like execute without being honest
Murder on the scene and half a million for the leaks
Chalk it down and send me to feet, yeah

He walked me down, I got the title of the beast
I walk her down, just like the dog on a leash
I got Fasha Da Fly right next to me, kicking beats
She's an angel, no, that's a demon at my knees

The fall of Christ, RIP the f*cking Caesar
I got time left, I got smoke left, fill the seats up
It was thorns and then a reefer
Now, it's just horns and he's gon' sing to ya

I picked up your package like a motherf*cking cheetah, bruh
F*ck a lil' savage, I got bitches sitting on my seats with cum
F*cked her in the mansion, cuz she like my guns
You dealing with the rapsure, f*ck Mordecai

Oh, does it seem like I like your bum
No, how can you blame me? We on them runtz
Joe, you a joke just like the sun
Siah the goat, I put Marni on the clothes for fun

You're praying the the Lord, or you praying to the money
A baby out the cage, you don't know how we coming
Forced like a rape, yeah, the curse is among us
Put him in a forest and the cross will burn him

You is the king and I cannot do a chorus
I f*cked 9 to 10 and with the pot we was on
Murder without a pen and cannot take notice
Gotta shut out the pen and my bitch's pussy pouring

Bro died cuz he cried one time
I'm pouring out my mornings in my mornings in my mornings in the morning
I got the fly