Supa SortaHuman, GHOSTEMANE - Kill Yo Self lyrics
[Supa SortaHuman, GHOSTEMANE - Kill Yo Self lyrics]
Don't fuck with a motherfucker
Young and on the coming up
K-R double E-P, solo
Supa Sortahuman in this ho
With the Ghoste with the most
Psychedelic notorious flow, toe toe
I'm thinking that we not up
In the south any more
Ate a whole bunch of shrooms
Now all I see is purple and yellow
See my unfold
But the motherfuckers just don't know
I spend a whole lot of more time in the sky
Than I do on earth in front of you
Most of you motherfuckers don't have
To do a thing
Except kill your voice, but you do you
So I'm keeping my distance
And growing and growing
Till I transcend into the plane
Don't you even think about following me
Cause it ain't a place for a silly young lame
All I ever really do is put
An endless supply of work into my grind
Y'all silly motherfuckers wanna come along
And take it all away from me
You outta your mind
I don't respond to hate because
I know deep down you hate your life
Keep on projecting that shit on me
I'ma put a switch blade
Right through your eyes
Motherfuckers thinking that they really know
What it be like to struggle, broke as shit
Talk about you gonna go hit a lick
But all you do is sit around and bitch
Fucking up everyone's vibe
With all your negativity and shit
It's the Schema-the-posse, the clique
And if you ain't feeling it
Get up on a crucifix
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself trying to talk down on me
So you don't kill yourself
All that negativity is truly
There for your health
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself
Inherit vice and in imperfect life
I see through the lies cut it out, no knife
I'm just living my life
You ain't doing it right
Today's gone be my day
Tonight's gone be my night i stay positive
I ain't got no time to fight
No time for that petty shit
Keep it out of my sight
I'm scheduled for a flight
As the engines ignite
Two joints back to back man pass me a light
Coors Light in my motherfucking hand
I done rolled up a couple of them grams
Sortahuman and Schema God
I'm fucking playing
But to them it's so hard to understand
I stay posted with my clique
If you oppose then suck a dick
Stay away from sucker shit
I know the real don't fuck with this
Hand me a bit let me get it lit
Make a hit while I take a hit
All songs don't need a skit
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself trying to talk down on me
So you don't kill yourself
All that negativity is truly
There for your health
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself
Young and on the coming up
K-R double E-P, solo
Supa Sortahuman in this ho
With the Ghoste with the most
Psychedelic notorious flow, toe toe
I'm thinking that we not up
In the south any more
Ate a whole bunch of shrooms
Now all I see is purple and yellow
See my unfold
But the motherfuckers just don't know
I spend a whole lot of more time in the sky
Than I do on earth in front of you
Most of you motherfuckers don't have
To do a thing
Except kill your voice, but you do you
So I'm keeping my distance
And growing and growing
Till I transcend into the plane
Don't you even think about following me
Cause it ain't a place for a silly young lame
All I ever really do is put
An endless supply of work into my grind
Y'all silly motherfuckers wanna come along
And take it all away from me
You outta your mind
I don't respond to hate because
I know deep down you hate your life
Keep on projecting that shit on me
I'ma put a switch blade
Right through your eyes
Motherfuckers thinking that they really know
What it be like to struggle, broke as shit
Talk about you gonna go hit a lick
But all you do is sit around and bitch
Fucking up everyone's vibe
With all your negativity and shit
It's the Schema-the-posse, the clique
And if you ain't feeling it
Get up on a crucifix
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself trying to talk down on me
So you don't kill yourself
All that negativity is truly
There for your health
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself
Inherit vice and in imperfect life
I see through the lies cut it out, no knife
I'm just living my life
You ain't doing it right
Today's gone be my day
Tonight's gone be my night i stay positive
I ain't got no time to fight
No time for that petty shit
Keep it out of my sight
I'm scheduled for a flight
As the engines ignite
Two joints back to back man pass me a light
Coors Light in my motherfucking hand
I done rolled up a couple of them grams
Sortahuman and Schema God
I'm fucking playing
But to them it's so hard to understand
I stay posted with my clique
If you oppose then suck a dick
Stay away from sucker shit
I know the real don't fuck with this
Hand me a bit let me get it lit
Make a hit while I take a hit
All songs don't need a skit
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself trying to talk down on me
So you don't kill yourself
All that negativity is truly
There for your health
All that hate that you feel's cause you
You hate yourself