blackballed from Treehouse 3 by FOR REST!, Esgua & workinprogresss

[verse 1: workinprogresss]
one day i'll make it big, at least that's what my homies say
but rollin' spliffs and suckin' dick suffice till i get paid
my instinct gets me by till i ghost write another hit
cause i'm gold cursed and i aim quick and i sling shit you gon' fuck with
stumble over shit like i couldn't believe it (couldn't believe that shit)
stumble over words i could barely retrieve it (barely retrieve that shit)
i ain't loyal to nobody, ain't no golden retriever (ain't no golden retriver)
so when the money world is out i'm stayin' on this fuckin' ether
she told me i was out last
i'm steppin' over that glass
i'm steppin' over these hoes and cars for the simple pleasure called fast
i should make a million dollars and put that shit in a trust fund
but fuck that, i got time to waste and i'm second to none in these bars i lay
fuck a bird, i push 40 racks
came quick and straight through the back
fake money never really lasts and i'm spiritual, i pray to the bag
made up my mind and i'm still indifferent
cuttin' loose and i'm cuttin' slack
high-browed opinions
i don't need to refute that

[pre-chorus: workinprogresss]
get it early, get it done
fucked up, off of industry funds
hunched over the counter on pussy and drugs
came to the kitchen but i was fucked up
knock on the door, fuck do you want?
i'm eatin' up rappers and pussies for fun
so fuck money, fuck sleep
fuck twelve, twenty bands

[chorus: workinprogresss]
the world is mine i feel it shifted
and when i'm in those courts i don't need a witness
something's in the air i think i really feel it
i'm rollin' paper on payphones like it's nobody's business
the world is mine i feel it shifted
and when i'm in those courts i don't need a witness
something's in the air i think i really feel it
i'm rollin' paper on payphones like it's nobody's business

[verse 2: for rest]
took too much now i sit with the hatman
all black fit so i feel like i'm batman
bad luck so i feel like a black cat
pull up to the party with pills in my backpack
in the party, got nothing to lose
dropped my cup now it’s all on my shoes
fuck around and end up on the news
34 victims makes it hard to choose
10 kills in one afternoon
all about doom and gloom
grab the camera make it zoom
make the room spin like typhoon
get it done quick troom troom
i’m a killer on the loose
pills or liquor, i can’t choose
gold chain as a noose
molly in my grey goose
take a sip, enjoy the view
blade leave than a bruise
talk rough get removed
using blood to paint some runes, huh, yeah
if i want it imma get it
bad karma like it’s reddit
news report, yea i read it
talk tough, you’ll regret it
i keep a rack like it’s tennis
feel like dennis, im a menace
crack to his skull see the thoughts that’s within in it
he talk tough till we pay em a visit
so clean with this shit like a fuckin hygienist
it's over, it’s done, he’s dead, it’s finished

[pre-chorus: for rest]
get it early, get it done
call me a athlete cause i'm on the run
layed out on the floor with smoke in my lungs
layed out on the floor, and i'm speaking in tongues
knock on the door you know what i want
so fuck that, fuck this, fuck you, 20 bands

[chorus: workinprogresss]
the world is mine i feel it shifted
and when i'm in those courts i don't need a witness
something's in the air i think i really feel it
i'm rollin' paper on payphones like it's nobody's business
the world is mine i feel it shifted
and when i'm in those courts i don't need a witness
something's in the air i think i really feel it
i'm rollin' paper on payphones like it's nobody's business

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