Ibn-Ali - XX Lyrics

Released from the shackles of the world
Due to chain smoking
They gon think you met God
Come step into this hotbox
Chamber of reflection just a room on the northside
F*ck around get lost in yourself
You need a tour guide
Panic take my breath
Solace in a three-five
I'm bout higher than a Foo Fighter
And I've never learned to fly
Gimme stitches
Close the wounds
I was cool with bleeding out
What I tell you dawg, I was ready to go like
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Was really out my melon
I ain't slow down either
I'm tied with HBK
It's a problem I dismissed it
I was painting pretty pictures with denial last season
I told myself the truth still the furthest from evil
I drowned in some drank while on dry land
Yakked up an ocean for the pain
A shot of Listerine
Back in rotation
Just figured I would geek until I'm famous
Make no sense but I'm turnt
Best feeling on this earth like

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I'm ready to go like
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Released from the shackles of the world
Due to chain smoking
They gon think you met God
Come step into this hotbox
Chamber of reflection just a room on the northside
F*ck around get lost in yourself
You need a tour guide
Panic take my breath
Solace in a three-five
I'm bout higher than a Foo Fighter
And I've never learned to fly
Gimme stitches
Close the wounds
I was cool with bleeding out
What I tell you dawg, I was ready to go like
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I'm ready to go like
I'm ready to go like

Trap spot banging
Odd place for introspection
Still that message found a way
Yeah four to the grave
All those times I misused life flirting with my death
Hey, man what can I say
Lil shawty was fine she ain't feel the same
I was twenty with a mid life crisis
Talking bout"God take it out my hands"
Got a laser on this barrel
My ex hit me acting feral
It's that time of night again
Pulled out the top shelf
On my uzi shit
Texting back"Gimmie twenty minutes"

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I'm ready to go like
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Released from the shackles of the world
Due to chain smoking
They gon think you met God
Come step into this hotbox
Chamber of reflection just a room on the northside
F*ck around get lost in yourself
You need a tour guide
Panic take my breath
Solace in a three-five
I'm bout higher than a Foo Fighter
And I've never learned to fly
Gimme stitches
Close the wounds
I was cool with bleeding out
What I tell you dawg, I was ready to go like
Double
Double
XX
Double
Double
XX
Double
Double
X
I'm ready to go like
I'm ready to go like