Lightning scarlet
THE WILLARD

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GONE WITH THE WIND
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[Intro] Uh Yeah So, what I tell 'em, man? Uh [Verse] Ain't scared of the rain, no lightning, thunder If your shit was stupid hard, then I'm likely dumber Get you checked like Nike runners over the sock That soak the blood from my ankle that's spilling out as I walk Traveling distances, heart unravel the dissonance Piss in a pot, used to be wishing a lot of richer shit My soul is blessed with the wisdom of gods Trippin' off Wizard of Oz, I'm feeling lifted beyond, uh Higher spirits swirl around, begin kissing my heart With a spliff and a spark, still I never miss in the dark All my bitches look like Nicki Minaj or Rosie Pеrez But the shit that know me bеst is a note and a pen I'm grinding 24/8 widdit since Kobe been dead I'm motivated, ain't no longer feeling cozy in bed I got a photographic memory, don't open the lens Your brodie ask too many questions, think he lowkey the feds Was lonely, depressed and down on my luck I learned the lesson, when you up they still don't give a fuck Kept emotions so cold they could float in your cup Until they spill, to keep it real, I'm a disorderly drunk Important name in conversation, y'all is poorly discussed So if you wanna come address me, put the Lord in the front This life a tall tale, surely ending shortly enough You on your own except the moral of the story is trust Uh, I was fourteen smoking blunts in the cut Stuffing gas in dutch, tapping out from having enough In the pissy staircase with a tab on my tongue I keep the rabbit in my hat, they thought the magic was done Before there been a mandate, he kept a mask on his mug I know some shooters wearing blue like they was having a son Them bullet showers leave 'em scouring, subtracting the blood But I ain't jacking shit, just rapping to the tap of a drum Tell 'em chasing dreams a passionate run And I'm progressing forward until I collapse in the lung I'm done with waiting for it Time is money and don't waste mine, 'cause you can't afford it Got labels asking 'bout my album and there ain't a chorus They know I been the rawest, jarring 'em, there ain't a warning They can't ignore it, slay the Taurus when I aim at targets Wake up to some blazing torches, smoke Jamaican forest Ain't no complaints, I said I'm straight 'cause that's the way I want it