XHELLCOR - HANDLE WITH CARE

Way I move
Way I move
Scotty calm
Don't change my mood
(Yea)
I ain't gonna leave you with a black blue (no)
I will take ya soul and ya ego too
Possessed
Violence begets violence
You will not silence this X
Go back to them videos
A ten givin me neck
I don't think she mind
Fuck I know she love it
Perfect size
O yea damn she really love me
Duck
Pluton bomb blood
Will explode if handled rough
Get revenge the motive
Guy the feud involvin blood
I got problems
I got I got problems
I got problems
God can you help me solve em
Paranoid
I cannot be happy
When I am deployed
End it boy
Your life gonna suck
Do you remember joy?
Nah
Just put a picture of my daddy and my ma
They were really happy
Yea I guess it was the times
Hell on earth
Workin hurt
Work it girl
Help me forget that I'm
Lift ya skirt
Dick insert
Rap game always finish first
Nutso
I'm just trying to put together pieces of the puzzle
Why do I rap?
How do I snap? (I don't know)
Nothing makin sense
Why I am feelin trapped
Hate restriction
People love to talk
But they hate to listen
Bitchin ain't gone get you anything
Take what the fuck I'm missing

This my destiny
Watching Seasame
Street was Harmony
I'm just someone's karma b
Everything in cycles
Never typin typo's
Someone liable
For turnin me into a psycho

This my destiny
Watching Seasame
Street was Harmony
I'm just someone's karma b
Everything in cycles
Never typin typo's
Someone liable
For turnin me into a psycho

Don't play to lose
Don't play to lose
I should make a move
While you stuck in cruise
Gainin on him
Something lit the flame
All the pain came upon him
Change the topic
Scotty just too real
Kid ain't about the optics
Fuck it
Covet
Blowin up
Ya budget
Bus the kids to public school
Mama makin lunches, uh
My white privilege
Gettin used as a guinea pig
Rider motherfucker
Not a sucka down for anything
No video or show
How you think you gonna blow?
Where ya ice, where ya likes
So ya kid kinda nice
You ain't got no co sign
And the gatekeepers
Not gonna put you on
Son need a Drache feature
Fuck em
Duckin nobody
I'll bludgeon (yea)
All these Tom Brady's
If I touch em
Then it's roughin, ah
Umgg to Sonyy
Real name Scott
Y'all so baloney
Think I been to Tavi-stock
Phonies actin here's a Tony
Rich Aprile
Kid so rich with zeal
Sickest in the field
Spin the wheel
Leave you bankrupt
Suckin dick for meals (shit)
I said to handle me with care
I don't like to share
I hereby declare
The rightful heir
I need some air

This my destiny
Watching Seasame
Street was Harmony
I'm just someone's karma b
Everything is cycles
Never typin typo's
Someone liable
For turnin me into a psycho

This my destiny
Watching Seasame
Street was Harmony
I'm just someone's karma b
Everything in cycles
Never typin typo's
Someone liable
For turnin me into a psycho

Written by:
Scott Miller

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