Iridescent light be callin', searchin' for a soul
Lately, I been fallin' deep and dark within a f*cking hole
Feelin' cold
No one's home but yet the lights are always on
At the end I'm dead and gone, I'm always doin' this alone
But I don't give two f*cks
What a motherf*cker think he gonna say about another brother? Say it to my face, put him in his place
'Cause the motherf*cker sleepin' in the gutter
Let another pussy suffer to the mace
Trapped in perpetual searching 'cause I have lost all of the things that I valued in space
Space being mind, I can't find where the line not to cross goes to hide
But it's in my mind that is where it lies
It resides
Click-click, clack
To your back
Every motherf*cker gonna get a blade and attack
'Cause we lack basic decency to be the homie's friend for free
Always wanting more but never be there when mothetf*ckers need to lean
And I see
What I need
'Cause you fake-ass wannabes
Always gonna be the ones that I'ma never wanna be 'cause I'm me
Never gonna walk up in my jeans
Keep it real or you gon' feel ya knees buckle and release
Then you cease
Breathin'
Keep 'em way down underneath that's six feet deep
Let the maggots f*ckin' feast
On the meat
Searching for my soul, I see the way I wanna be
And f*ck a fake ass motherf*cker tryna drag me down 'cause he don't know me
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Darkness gettin' cold
But I know this is not for long
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Darkness gettin' cold
But I know this is not for long
Keepin' the peace but the bullshit exceeds all the effort I bleed for the ones that be leavin'
Seein' the colors emerge through the skin of the pussies that ain't what they say they are bein'
I don't give a f*ck and now the pussies outta luck
'Cause instead of being humble, all these pussies chasin' buck
And I swear to any god that I'ma run a f*ckin' muck
'Cause I'm sick of these busters that thinkin' they tough
Rappin' got no flow
Lyrics are a no show
Think you gonna test me, boy?
You know I'm boutta blow though
Growin' pretty slow, bro
Get up out my phone, ho
Leavin' you behind and now you gettin f*ckin' fomo
You know I'll rep immortal 'til the f*ckin' death
My last breath
I will use to tell you that you've made a f*ckin' mess