THICKETS E

I'm the hero for the villain. I'm the villain of my own. I'm the shadow that's been hidden in thickets made Of stone. Crawling up while sun going low in The gutter of my block. Burning tips hits the bottom of my heart, But it's been locked. Listen. Hey you. Hey you. Hey you. Hey you. Tryna be the GOAT from the fucking Cradle. Hey Zombie land squares never switch the Channel. I got eight to eight on my cyber Panel. Spelling shit like I'm Tom Riddle. Bars up in this motherfucker. Cut the air and make it bleed. Burn the mic and light a cigarette. Flame is up on me. Flame is dancing on the paper. Licking pages of my black book. Fire hits the razor, got me shredded up again, Uh. Again, I fill the gap. Artists spitting stinky crap. Filthy raps, I'm sick of that. Blinking blades and a stinking ass. Downtown to the boondocks. Them goons bop while the hoop drops. Cold room body in the cooler. No goosebumps 'cause I'm too hot, Yeah. Tryna be the GOAT from the fucking cradle. Hey Zombie land squares never switch the channel. I got eight eight On my cyber panel. Spelling shit like I'm Tom Riddle. Hey you. Tryna be the GOAT from the fucking cradle. Hey Zombie land squares never switch the channel. I got eight to eight on my cyber panel. Spelling shit like I'm Tom Riddle. Hey you.