RARE ITEM! 1000 xp ft. Christon Lamar & SleepyTheProducer Lyrics

Livin' life a passerby, that was till I touched a mic

And now we in the forest workin' on a fuckin' sacrifice

Not to be the type to bring the platter to the table

So I had him rig the game, fuck it what I gotta lose

Facade, facade is what I see, you better drop em

You at odd odds with the son of a prophet

Now I'm manifestin' more cash that don't fit in my pocket

This a manifesto, I just call it an album when I drop it

This is like the scripture in my notes app when I'm jottin'

I'm joggin' laps around the competition

That's the definition of a Master Splinter

Grand wizard, fuck the fault line fissured

Now we floatin' down the river to the maker

I'm the centerfold of the front paper

For bad, for worse

I work my words to show point of view

Not points and views

Just to lens skewed through fictional eyes

To fit in your lives

So I can disguise these stories and fables

Swear that I was young and didn't have a way

Niggas steady follow niggas, shit is like a passageway

Fell in love with rollin' up and smokin' blunts, a tragedy

Never really gave a fuck, the way is up my mind was at

Counting on my fingers

Tryna think about where my time was at

Demons steady linger in my dreams

That's where they find me at

Yo team we supersede L.A.F.C

The bitch is likin' that

Yo team we supersede L.A.F.C

Counting on my fingers tryna think about where my time was at

Demons steady linger in my dreams

That's where they find me at

Yo team we supersede L.A.F.C

Yo bitch is likin' that

Yeah, yeah,

count on my fingers trynna