Lone Wolf Hysteria

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Your favorite artist's biggest song's the one that fucking featured us

Us as in me and $crim, the ones who make your speakers bust

The ones who make the reaper blush, I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust

Nose bleeding like I been snorting bleacher dust

Now I got the scent of blood, now I know the hunt's on

First you gotta find 'em, but I'll stick around until the drugs gone

It's always money over bitches, cashing out from these love songs

They always want a handout so I make sure I got my gloves on

Paved with sweat and blood, dropped a few tears along the way

People come and go but I ride for the ones that long to stay

From dusk till dawn, I hibernate, from dawn till dusk, I find a way

To leave my fucking mark on this world and trace the mark in grey

Dollars on my mind like I can't afford to think

Talking to myself like I can't afford a shrink

Never thought that I could love till I sipped on that drank

Okay, let me collect myself

Smoke leaking out the Ghost like it came from Hell

Yeah, ugly but I ball like I'm Tony Snell

If we bidding over bitches, then I bid farewell

Huh, yeah, bye

You know that shawty want a thug, I just want the drugs

Surrounded by these hoes, praying for 'em in the club

Show me where the love, and I'll show you where it ain't

Just some bugs on my grill, steady fucking up my paint

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