Wifisfuneral - Hmm lyrics

Writing threw blood printed
Syllables with these
Sinister equals with holy
Matrimony individuals
Blessed with presence of legends
They tried to catch my nigga jacob
Slippin', he beat them charges, we winning
Its 10 o'clock on the
Strip these niggas touch
The work it's hard as it gets
I was just a by stander couldn't touch
That yola so i threw these coke
Bars on a rhyme pattern feels like im
Fighting with the face of Medusa
My hearts stone cold out of place and
In grooved with no movement i get
Aroused when you moving and when im
Talking im highly irrelevant and stupid
And as you clutchin' with clutches
Discussin' discussions about
A past memory that never meant nothing
You catch my bluff when talking
Im a disappointment to the
Youth when walking when you see
Him? you off him
Me against the world book one i
Write my chapters threw scapple's, posted on
The corner smokin' blunts with bastards as
My niggas whats the mathematics
More then 3 commas? we at it!
Never was with the funny business
Smack the fuck out of a
Faggot if he honey dippin'
I told the label suck my dick
And cut the check! i
Got his wifey jackin' my dick
I suck on her neck

Nigga take it how you want it
Since it's mental suicide i
Cover my face like tom cruise
In my vanilla sky
Mentally ill shit i had to die love for
The profit with greed in my eyes

Yo, i blow this piff to the sky sit in
Disguise from the life, packed
Tobacco in my pocket
Wheezing and coughing im offing my ego
When tossing the blade switch
Heel flip personalities often talking when
Jotting down thought when walking
I use to thrw up that triple 6 sick shit
It's young LaFlare from the
H-e double hockey sticks
Caught in my darkened days while sparking
The haze, dead inside for amusement
Snort it up? use to it
Im like a vivid vision
Young basquiat's offspring minus the
Heroin addiction a diamond
In the rough hold my nuts while
Your bitch is on my tip get a call from
Capo tell the bitches what
It is, scavenger screwing
Don't come my way youngin' get popped
Right out your patrick ewings!
Blend in with a fucking coffin
While weed tree coughing you see me when you
See these lowlifes walking
Writing threw the blood of a
Poor minority niggas say one
Word it's nothing more of them
Or more with me
You see these darkened eyes? full of
Love which you despise? well
I was dancin' with the devil
Reschedule the date and time
Protect you neck while i step all
Up in your bitches section
Catch an erection while it's 25
To life im sentenced
Im just a mind fragment of
An illusion cruising putting
My 2 cents to your dollar use it
Mayby you'll get rich with an
Finger itch my palms
Sweaty im greedy with imagination
Thats benjamin chasing nigga