I.C.F.M.F (feat. 9dm) Video (MV)

All these buds got my trippin'
All these drugs in my system now
I can't feel my face
Got a couple prescriptions
Not the ones that I'm written so
I can't feel my face
Ya I'm buzzed and I'm slippin'
All these drugs in my system now
I can't feel my face
Got me stuck in a prison
Of this f*ckin' addiction now
I can't feel my face
I've been stuck inside this system
Live within this sick addiction
I'm offended by the laws they put in place
Its got me thinkin' to myself
Maybe its all a false prediction
Throwin' constant contradiction in my face
F*ck the government and senate
They can send in what they want
But I'm standin' in my place
Never tappin' out workin on my laps
Run laps round the track
I will last in this race
Made it out the mud from the trenches
All the addicts as my witness
Imma handle all my business
Cause I finally found my place
Imma junkie for the music
Still an addict for the lines I rhyme
I'm feenin' for the rhythm
Now I'm dosin' off the bass
An outcast in the system
But I'm grounded, found my pivot
Let me relish for a minute in this space
Christian Dior
Holdin' this foe when I pop and it smokes
And you're body is hittin' the floor
Lyrical warfare my chamber is loaded
Explosive C4 to the core
Fuse gettin shorter the tip of my wick has been stricken
Put on a timer cause sooner than later I'm blowin' for sure
All these buds got my trippin
All these drugs in my system now
I can't feel my face
Got a couple prescriptions
Not the ones that I'm written so
I can't feel my face
Ya I'm buzzed and I'm slippin
All these drugs in my system now
I can't feel my face
Got me stuck in a prison
Of this f*ckin addiction now
I can't feel my face
Yo
I've been alone as an artist
But I'm reppin' this department
Darkest hour brought to life
A different taste
And I'm hungry
I've been starvin'
Catch rest on the arm compartment
Pen marksmen
Paper cut
Spill the ink on the papers blood
You're on a race for erasers but
You can't catch up with this penmanship
I'm suicidal when I'm writin'
How I'm writin'
When I'm writin'
What I'm writin'
And I'm writin' on the edge
When the page is out of room
I'm writing right along the edge
Motherf*ck a doctor
Head is better off the meds
Levitate yourself and the the cadence correct
I'm comin' head on with the chopper
Harley Davidson wreck
Ya
You ain't the truth
Watch how I paint in the booth
Pencil my picture
My vision is instant
My style is different I keep it encrypted
Spit it non fiction I'll tell you my truth
But what does it prove
I'm makin' it out and I'm pavin' a route
When I get where I'm goin I'll show it to you
(You)
And I ain't goin nowhere
Imma put us on the map
I'm the owner of this railroad
I'm invested in these tracks
I'm on my grind
Perfecting these raps
9dm is gonna send me the tapes
Imma fill in the blanks
Then I'll send it right back
Facts
All these buds got my trippin
All these drugs in my system now
I can't feel my face
Got a couple prescriptions
Not the ones that I'm written so
I can't feel my face
Ya I'm buzzed and I'm slippin
All these drugs in my system now
I can't feel my face
Got me stuck in a prison
Of this f*ckin addiction now
I can't feel my face