Editor, Director

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[Verse] Simmer back down whole ting went erratic (woo) Yeah, sent a man back down space in the panic Didn't wanna fight but, didn't wanna have it Now my serotonin's stuck in all this traffic Status? Still a cult classic Whole videos cinematic Still up in the trap in the attic Never been a cocaine addict But the tracks on sniff they were bare problematic Man I still fear for the reaper Will lick man down with a headshot Please cushion my fall for the seizure Never stand up to the red dot Send love letters to my dеaler Laying in a room full of zip locks Don't ask where mans crеps from You already know that's dead stock Get got, got the scene grippsed in a headlock Then I pull mans legs back Channelling Sting with a hold like Scorpion Deathlock Head back, neck snap, Death Drop Cov man swing with a bat like Red Sox Everyone swimming to the bottom of the barrel When the fish gettin' shell shocked Ghost face but I feel fine Strangling clocks when I kill time Now all of my business streamlined And investment shares showing green lines Got fingers in pies fuck a key lime I'll eat an MC when it's mealtime Can't tell a man stop on the bee line Chillin on the Brooklyn Bridge in the mean time [Interlude] Dr. Yasmin skit [Verse Continued] Telling me me what I'm telling ya Girl she nothing but regular Promise I'm gonna dip cos My lady ain't been a settler Fuckin off everybody That holla me on a regular Sorry not feeling better Tomorrow promise I'm bellin' ya Meddling with the medicine Deading all my competitors Everyone acting alien Bruddah I be the predator Reckoning you're the reckoner Nothing but an et cetera When I ain't shoot my video Know that I be the Editor, Director