10 Feet

Uh, I don't wanna try, but

Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic

I can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it

The Mad Hatter, the Perc-packer, the mom-thrasher

The purp mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor

A straight tweak, so high, I can't speak

Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak

Like I could be someone other than myself

Like I could find a little heaven up in my hell

Yeah, I know it never, ever end well

Yeah, I know I always fall victim to a wish spell, uh

Like abracadabra

The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums

Been raw-dogging bitches ever since I went platinum

I feel like hell full of bad bitches

Wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

My life's a canvas, I'm painting in blood like a cannibal

Rip off his head and I salvage it

Huh, a little too graphic

At least you **** know that I still got the passion

Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back

And it's been that way since way back since

Like I'm a killer or something

These **** lip-syncing like Milli Vanilli or something

I'm like Lil Wayne, I got a Milli-Milli-Milli or something

I guess I'm rich in broke pockets, bountiful

My soul's, empty, so deep, 10 feet

Times 10 feet

Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me

That you with me

And not against me

Where I'm from, we load it up

Pop out and turn **** into mince meat