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[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE] Don't fuck with a motherfucker Young and on the coming up K-R-double E-P, solo Supa Sortahuman in this ho With the Ghoste with the most Psychedelic notorious flow, toe toe I'm thinking that we not up in the south any more Ate a whole bunch of shrooms Now all I see is purple and yellow See my [?] unfold But the motherfuckers just don't know I spend a whole lot of more time in the sky Than I do on earth in front of you Most of you motherfuckers don't have to do a thing Except kill your voice, but you do you So I'm keeping my distance and growing and growing Till I transcend into the plane Don't you even think about following me Cause it ain't a place for a silly young lame All I ever really do is put an endless supply of work Into my grind Y'all silly motherfuckers wanna come along And take it all away from me You outta your mind I don't respond to hate because I know deep down You hate your life Keep on projecting that shit on me I'ma put a switch blade right through your eyes Motherfuckers thinking that they really know What it be like to struggle, broke as shit Talk about you gonna go hit a lick But all you do is sit around and bitch Fucking up everyone's vibe With all your negativity and shit It's the Schema-the-posse, the clique And if you ain't feeling it Get up on a crucifix [Hook x2: Supa Sortahuman] All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself Trying to talk down on me So you don't kill yourself All that negativity is truly there for your health All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself [Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman] Inherit vice and in imperfect life I see through the lies Cut it out, no knife I'm just living my life You ain't doing it right Today's gone be my day Tonight's gone be my night I stay positive I ain't got no time to fight No time for that petty shit Keep it out of my sight I'm scheduled for a flight As the engines ignite Two joints back to back Man pass me a light Coors Light in my motherfucking hand I done rolled up a couple of them grams Sortahuman and Schema God I'm fucking playing But to them it's so hard to understand I stay posted with my clique If you oppose then suck a dick Stay away from sucker shit I know the real don't fuck with this Hand me a bit Let me get it lit Make a hit while I take a hit All songs don't need a skit [Hook x4: Supa Sortahuman] All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself Trying to talk down on me So you don't kill yourself All that negativity is truly there for your health All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself