Run For Your Life
[Verse 1]
I’m about to get up in a cypher
Let ‘em have it
Colosseum dropping 2019
Let me get up in it
I’m about to grind these buds up, man, I don’t know
I’m about to spill my guts like Spencer Monroe
You still think you fags can censor my flow?
I’m about to kill you cunts, let loose with my crossbow
Hit you in the skull and then take your crossbones
Royce is still blasting through my headphones
Call you Jolly Roger, your ho is a Jolly Rancher, sweet though
That's why you should never trust a stranger, reaped souls
I am pirating your music I don’t need to pay for beats though
A shapeshifter like I'm the Skrulls
I got these beats from my motherfucking bro bro
Soccer because I am goals
I’m dropping this near Christmas
So ho-ho mofo I’m pulling out the gun
Hit you with this clip and do it just for fun
Tie you up with a motherfucking bow
Put you up under the tree that I’m about to smoke
I ain't no joke, I won't ever go broke
Smoke up so much dope
That I'm about to have a motherfucking stroke
Until I ribbit ribbit croak
And I'm a motherfucking frog
Let me guide you through this fog
Taking out the paper, I’m gonna start to roll
Sprinkle it in, giggle with it
Tickle my dick, give it a lick
Like it was an envelope
Put it up on Periscope, bitch
This is what success tastes like
It tastes like rum with the sprite
Now run for your life, I finally found my flow
Please take over
Because I need to reload
[Verse 2]
Put 'em to bed
Imma dead 'em
When I hit 'em in the head
With a stack of my bread
Then the damage starts to spread
And your mom went up on the dot com
And it was the bomb
And she saw the language that was written on the thread
And she ran lookin' for your dignity but you still haven't got a shred
And the entire room was red like a designer tomb, was widespread
NøtInVain, he got the flow recorded on an Afterglow
Now let's explain how I'm insane
Missing brain cells I can never regain
Use all the empty space that remains
I could feel the pain
When they wrapped my veins all up in chains
And left me on the track for the trains
Planes and you stay up in your lane
Or I'll blow out your fucking brain
Oh man, fuck the drains
I'm beginning my rein
So remember the name
Dismember the shame
December the game
Is LEEJOE's for the taking
My hands are still shaking
My voice is still breaking
And my high is still baking