XXII Lyrics

Too much pressure on my head yo, so much drank you'd thought I'd be dead

Still got clothes on my back, still spittin' these raps just keep on killing till I'm full of lead

So much wrong now, man just calm down, need to look ahead, and hit this bong now

So much water, it's like I'm gon' drown, got my father see what he brought down

22 prerolled blunts got me set for half a month

A couple dozen joints and spliffs, Denver shit got me legit

This that shit that pack a punch, need my greens we packing lunch

Take a couple dozen hits, just lemme help ya get right quick

Need this shit more than ever, the inkblot drip from a feather

Fuck this weather it's getting too muggy, I take another rip gon make it sunny

My nose a little runny I'm allergic to bitch, only fuckin' with honeys who know they the Shit

Annoying ass dummies just like a brit, I keep on running till my body go quit

On a real though, I kill folks, who hate on one another

Talking the people who hate others just for color and looks, kill ya self and I put that on my brothers

On the real, that's how I feel, 22, and I got more sense than yall, man what's the deal?

Yeah... On my momma that's how it is.

Fuckin' incels and shit

Get a life and get some bitches

Even though I ain't got no bitches

Even though, I could pull if I tried

Y'all can't even get a word out ya mouth without getting a nervous breakdown and shit

Fuck yall and get a better view of the world on my motherfuckin' pops

Feeling so hateful it's disgraceful, I used to be playful what the fuck?

Seems my days full of pessimism, fucking shameful, but it's just my luck

It's no problem when you got a problem solver

Got a lighter shaped like a revolver and some blunts looking taller yep

22 prerolled blunts got me set for half a month

A couple dozen joints and spliffs, Denver shit got me legit

This that shit that pack a punch, need my greens we packing lunch

Take a couple dozen hits, just lemme help ya get right quick

22 with 22 blunts, I got 22-inch rims, and 22 subs in the trunk

Yeah I got blue tint, yeah this shit bumps, I'm feeling cool man, this that lovely southern Funk so

I Gotta keep it honest witcha, I don't really know what my future pictures

I've been reading from the scriptures so much so, my hands been getting blisters

So uncertain in these uncertain times, I guess that's why I pass the time with these Simplistic rhymes

So that's that…

So uh... fuck you, fuck yall, and most importantly, fuck this

Time to focus on myself in such an unfocused environment

With that being said, Long Live the motherfucking Pain and Suffering dumb cunts