Xavier Charles I got the magic Not really talking bout a charm Niggas be setting alarms Careless state Serving your bitch like a souvenir She a plate Take her out on a date Lemme just back out She loving my fat mouth I'm lit like a crack house Might wanna lash out Yeah zing Took over the bitch And now she be calling me king Wishing for way better things Woah, woah I'm m bringing the storm **** an illusion, I'm getting so bad Switch to a different form Bagging the music, its not really lucid This shit is becoming a norm Flow is so stupid, becoming so rad Don't think I ever was born, yeah I'm getting too hype My visions on sight Your bitch is my type I'm getting too high I'm just getting by Pass by the side This is a scope, I aim for the sky Just getting high I'm changing my area code The money I get, the money of most I'm making a killing of being too friendly Exposing the enemy foe It means the same but The meaning is less You get, you dig, you feel I've been putting too Much on my phone Been walking a distance of heat, coal I'm getting too hype My visions on sight Your bitch is my type I put this shit on a line Cutting your vessel with speech Anodising add some bleach Colour-mine no Jik More money more heat I've been feeling too Much wanna go numb I could never really Find what true love Every single thing I Do man they all laugh Every single thing they hate man I don't spazz I've been walking quite A distance okay I've been feeling a lot Of pain nah yesterday Every single thing I feel man is not right Mama told me be fine but it's like I'm feeling too much like I'm living exposed Chilling in my room man I need me more hoes I cannot rest till I feel like I'm home Home