tillr - the process lyrics
somebody better watch the kid cause i be taking shots of gin
and plus on top of ganja hits, i f+cked around and copped a brick
adrenaline is prominent, i might take some hostages
if this model b+tch doesn’t give your boy some acknowledgement
so much for being positive, psyche is kind of ominous
the voids in there are bottomless, but i’ll prevail i promise it
i never fish for compliments, in fact i do the opposite
cause hate gives me a reason to go all in when i body sh+t
i think i’ve gone nuts, i swear the ends upon us
obsessed with getting songs done cause that is what i call fun
if for some reason i drop young, spread my name like wildfire
cause i was one of the rarest types of rhymers
don’t assume that i’ll retire, i’ll be in my eighties feeding my desire
on the finest cypher dropping bars that hit like piledrivers
who be as tight as tyler, trying to cop some nice attire
climbing higher, feeling like twice as hyper as michael myers
want the family to be proud of me so i’m spending hours alone
lyrically out of control
soon to be counting my dough from getting rowdy at shows
and pleasing crowds with the flows, taught myself how to be dope
now it’s straight heat on every track, if you ain’t expecting that
go and take the exit path before you feel my deadly wrath
homie i’m the best in class, that’s why i’m progressing fast
you need to accept the fact that you will never set me back
voices in my head say i’m supposed to record
instead of lacerating skulls with a sword
my life is dull to the core so there ain’t a point in showing remorse
you’ll get thrown to the floor and beaten till you’re broken in fourths
i’m on road to the morgue with another motionless corpse
you ain’t never seen this amount of devotion before
you can catch me in the studio posted up with an ounce of pot
downing shots of alcohol, making tracks that be sounding raw
b+tch in my dm’s looking fine as f+ck with her calvin’s on
telling me that i can smash without a cost
that deserves a loud applause, got to work around the clock
making sure this album rocks, b+tch it’s time to crown the god
astounding y’all has always been a goal of mine
so whenever i hold the mic
i got to bring the dopest vibes
diss me and you won’t survive
i thought i f+cking told you guys i copped a sword to off some heads
i’m bout to have the scene look like sh+t from the walking dead
here’s a fun fact, when i tell you that this blunts fat
i mean that sh+t so gimme a second to turn my lungs black
i go up and don’t come back, i’m a gravity defier
all you rappers who be liars are bout to get ravaged in a fire
got some matches and a lighter, with the passion of a fighter
until my absence isn’t minor and my jacket is designer
i’ll be loading up the coffins, flowing on some boss sh+t
it’s the f+cking come up and you got to trust the process
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