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madic - potshots lyrics

[verse 1]
f-ck the world, f-ck a slice, i want the whole piece
on my 2pac sh-t popping at police
f-ck the game, f-ck your chain, f-ck your gold t–th
f-ck a lame, f-ck your brain, you don’t know me
you don’t know me, not me or my clan struggle
optioning operative plots to get you and your man muscled
swear i swore off hand-to-hand tussle
but the musk of your bullsh-t got me cracking my d-mn knuckles
what’s the plan? hustle, sleep when i’m dead
window-shopping at chase to get sneak peaks of the bread
don’t keep peeps in my spread that eat, sleep with the feds
paranoid, i want a permit for sweet heat by the bed
can’t let the man get the upper hand, it’s real out here
living one day at a time like keefer sutherland
n-ggas plotting they plan of escape back to wonderland
i took the red pill, i’m happy where the f-ck i am
uncle sam got me struggling
he and his b-tch sallie mae wanna rape me for my duckets, man
that’s why i’m up again, four in the morning
liquor pouring, drinking, gone with a couple grams
i ain’t f-cking playing, do you see me laughing?
everything i’m rapping is how i’m actually acting
putting p-ssion in tracks that half of you cats laugh in
catch that, got shade for you maggots to bask in
i’m basquiat with dali thoughts
toss on top to top it off blotters i prolly dropped
live from the gutter, ain’t rocking the federale bop
karate chop your poonani flock
spock lock hip hop by the pressure point
knock my block off, get clocked by an extra joint
beyond buzzed, light years from earth
ain’t coming down, so i can’t feel the hurt

[verse 2]
it’s been a minute since my brain paid a visit
i meant it, kid, it missing, bring a search and rescue mission to get it
word to my dentist, wanna earn me some spinach
so i can floss, either way, when i’m graying i’ll still be a menace
sinister chemist, walter white in the lab
schematics for k!lling rappers the sh-t i write in my pad
you rightfully mad, the way the mic strike and it jab
on the ave doing my two-step, i light then i drag
got the pipe in my hand, j in the other
flying high hitting the sky, i blaze with the hubble
my writtens having physician hands stay on they stubble
‘cause i’m slaying brain blubber tucked under cranial covers
i ain’t mr. lover lover, nah, i’m mister f-ck love
jaded and afraid to fall again i’m a sucker
now i’m a spitter sicker than catching a feeling
swimming in a pit of liquor, too stressed to be healing
and lately i been thinking stressing my destiny
blessed to be depressed with not a extra second to breath
knee deep it don’t cut it, i’m so deep the in sh-t
the depth next me level to where my temples be
that’s why i pour out my heart on these tracks
blood spill in the inkwell, scribble calligraphy raps
fam prolly wish i’d hit the ministry fast
instead i’m hitting this wax, drinking ’till vision is black
so where that leave me when i’m leading my life
i’d like to believe it all end up being alright
i been stuck in the tunnel and i ain’t seeing the light
they tell me it’s there, but i don’t believe in the hype
‘cause every day it is h-ll, that’s why i’m down with devil
inner demons pulling my strings, i got a crowd of gepettos
want the crown on my level, but my brain in the clouds, i’m a rebel
the game mad, but i been clowning the kettle

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