Walking Dead, Carefaced (Prod. Instinct)

… never try to be me, don't waste your life on it… cause i go wild, im no child on, get no likes on it, looking like I’m so proud of it, fuck off… … mainstream… I’m not caught up in that daydream, they cant Bait me with that lame scene, supply it , pay up, I’ll wipe your slate clean, you baby… So prepared… dopest lyrics, she knows I livet, this lyricist’ Sub-Zero-killing it, deliver hits in one zeo’s, finish him , Get over here… … bag ‘em and tag ‘em…had to do it… I’m not glad that it happened, read the Road sign on the road side that says “don’t drive”, go by, patterns matching my Jacket, eye on my scope, no matter what happens i’ll tap em… ghost.. Zappin and bappin… … Yo… get caught in my red dot, holding my breath for the head shot… a- ttacking them, gatter dem… So easy, i flow freele, make it snow on them freezy, Fleecy in the summertime, done my grind, funny time, cheesy, … oui oui, mon cheri, teasinig, so fucking hot on my pee-pee, come here B… I’ll practice my rapping, i’m smacking and whacking, she’s thanking me, deeply, … don't wanna leave me… fi fi, all up in here feelings, getting creepy, needs me… … My motion is emojonell devotion to the beauty of the body and the motion in the ocean, … I'm an norwegian artifact, my style of rap; I started that, developed my smooth Techniques and Styles from stars in the arts of rap, these g’s can hardly yap… ...what’s that?.... Shut up… i’m not talking bout no guns up, run ups, drive by’s or run offs… what the Fuck…I know my rhymes worth it... [cute break for the ladies] … if my pictures perfect, that shit is worthless… they misinterpret my surface… I’m on a different circuit; my lifestyle and nice smile, living bitches nervous… so concerned with my hopeless world… looking over- worked, analyze my lyrics, looking so disturbed, you don’t know me, girl… … Back up off me… you only know what I display, to your dismay… Made this way, at this stage, I'll never make the same mistake… my Misplaced affection always teach me this lesson… they can’t even feel my com- plexion… … Undeveloped senses; can’t see my reflection, so I keep on per- plexing… No need to heal my condition… to deep in conviction… I need no de- scription…only the righteous got the key you’ll need to read my encryption… … Undefined, numb inside, dumb and blind, no sunny side… … to be real, real, I lean on my fiction, listen; cause I’m real in my fiction...