Shawn Clark and PHX98 - Mussolini

My soul antique with the tongue I speak everything I need
My God showed me that the wisdom speak but my skin's gon' bleed
I told my peeps I'mma get us out, every word profound
God co-signed, everything's fine right now
Who gon' die, sippin' on wine like
How the fuck am I supposed to live
Fuck am I supposed to vent
Tv analog and static telling me to kill myself
9 to 5 ain't working shit
I don't see your purpose and
When I eat the bread I think the sins that I commit again
Devil speaks
Kinda scary
They ain't see
Visionary
Free me
Monastery
Can't think
momentary
That bitch set me up, what the fuck
I'mma hit that like Mussolini
I'mma get stacks y'all wanna be me
Met her girlfriend while smoking stizzys
My soul donut I caught it drifting
A hoe fall down I'm never lifting
A C.E.O. I call it pimpin
The ch- ch- sound I never listen
Your c- c- crown is nonexistent
I run for miles with verses written
My S.S.N. my chattel bitches
I'm 602 don't get it twisted
I hope y'all see the vision bitch
Why you hating bitch
Ain't save a hoe cause this ain't Schindler's list
Moving militant, yeah
Yeah, I just feel like whatever y'all are, I'm not
You know what I'm saying
If y'all are up, then I'm down
If you're going left I'm going right
You know what I'm saying
If you're smart, then I'm stupid
Everything I got is organic
My style's manic
I'll vanish if you outclass it
If y'all fire I'm volcanic
I know Shawn being next is not how y'all planned it
Fuck blowing up I'm tryna incinerate the entire planet
Black cargos black tees with the black vans
I'm heading in to get the sack 3 point stances
There's way too less zeros inside my check balances
Too many obstacles setbacks and challenges
It's always rain and no sun cut the wipers on
I got a heart made of gold fuck the right or wrong
I'm just isolated
This the price I pay it
For my ambitions bye baby baby bye baby
I'm standoffish
I'm weird and cautious
I stand out y'all some chickens but I'm an ostrich
The grind is stupid the work I put in's just obnoxious
The sample's dead kill
The beat's hostage
Y'all some crabs inside a bucket but I'm a crawfish
Y'all some dancers in the club but I'm a mosh pit
Aww shit incoming the rude awakenings
The work you claim ain't matching the results
It just ain't making sense

Written by:
Shawn Clark, Santonio Thorne Jr.

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