My Conscience Lyrics

Whoa, yeah, huh.

My Conscience.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

My Conscience.

Nigga wh-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what.

My Conscience.

Ay, Nigga wha-wha-wha-what.

My Conscience.

My Conscience, huh.(Nigga what?)

The words that I speak are transient nigga. (Woah woah)

Ain't no nigga who gon' pass that, better give space my brother.

I'm blinding, shit's binding, never been the one to bind me, I'm undying.

Put a nigga like me in a verse, I'm a fuckin' verse splitter.

I've got no other options.

Than to rap 'Til this motherfuckin' conscience gets silent.

Man, that nigga making me woke through the night, while he pout in my mind, I'm not whining.

Don't mix it up, not my fucking words, yeah I spit that too, but not every fuckin' word.

Yeah, you know that too, when I rap sometimes, I throw my mind through the window

This Conscience huh... (Nigga what?)

Keeps getting dark every time that I rap.

Must be the worries that I dream every night.

Everytime I peep through my mind, I could see the devil tryna' Put shit in my mind.

Telling me shit, like "go look for clout, I'ma back you too, I'ma fight for you, any nigga tryna' mess, I'ma break his tooth(oh, goddamn)

My Conscience (nigga what?)

Eating me up like a fuckin' gold digger.

If I put that bitch aside, would I die or ride, let's figure.

This pressure, no heads up.

Every goddamn time, let's measure.

I'm sick of these thoughts, better to be gone with a seizure.

Like a symbiote, holdin' up to a soul.

Latching all it's thoughts, wanna gimme a toast.

Wanna be the king, while I sober and roast.

'Til I spur out my room like, here is my ghost.

If I pay the price for my living, should I die and call it my sentence?(huh)

I don't think can't leave out with no presence(woah, woah, woah, woah)

I'm out for revenge.

Sit back, y'all kids ain't friends.

I'm laid back, but look at my pen.

So sharp and full of intent, I'm not playing.

These thoughts ain't my own man.

'Prolly someone living out with no rent bruh.

Eating every fuckin' nerve it can find, damn.

But I'm kicking like a baby, only wait's for the birth man.(woah!)

Alright, I'm sick in my head.

What you gon' if I sleep on the bed?

Keep me at bay while your feelings are fed?

Or waiting for the time I die while you rest?

That's 'prolly been your plan In your chest huh?

So crazy, I'm amazing.

If I 'prolly put my mind too it, I could 'prolly be the best huh, I'm not joking.