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God, I ain't got no time for conversations with your God
 This here simulation always twisted, it's so fucked
 I know I lack patience, it's a trait, I wish it rot
 Stuck beside the faceless, swear to God, I've had enough
 I gotta focus on me, told you I hold it discrete
 I'm evolving controlling the speed
 They know that Scar is a beast
 I'm revolving my thoughts for the cheap
 Stacks on me, tell you some facts on beats
 Got a few tats, in fact I'm the last of the free
 LXRDMAGE gang till there ain't no path on my feet (feet)
 What you get when you mess with the best
 Say less, matter fact, take a guess
 Either way, either way, left with the rest
 Won't forget when you tried to gimme the kiss of death
 2017, tryna make sign a mess
 Now you motherfuckers couldn't catch up if I stopped to rest
 Best of luck I know you need it all Law
 Suited up and drowning in the wake of something you think you helped create
 Fuck the suppressants, don't need no prescription
 I'm lifted enough on my tangled ambitions
 I killed myself so many times in the past
 I don't know who I am but I'm still on the mission
 They hate pace when the pace get's great
 Leveled up a level just by hiding my face
 Show me your mental but there's a time and a place
 Creeping on the devil with a nine to his face
 Did it all with a whole lot of work
 But I really gotta admit it a minimal effort
 Is needed to generate a hate or love
 That some of the most plaguing daily creators are treating
 As one in the same long as it's keeping a name
 In the brains of the games
 Most dedicated donators, haters, lovers all the same
 What the fuck? Line them all up
 One by one, I'll slaughter them
 Let it fall to ash, let the hope pass
 Keep it in check with the foot on the gas, see it fly past
 Never been following rules, nigga, fuck that
 I'm doing this shit with the gang, we can't fall back
 Put 'em under another one of the hundred and one thumbs
 Times up bitch, say anything
 Pick your poison, drink it up boys