k** Bill: The Rapper - PRISMS lyrics

[Sample - Repeating] Boy this Glock is co*ked and ready to pop up on another hoe Hollow points will have your b**h a** knocking on the devil's door [k** Bill] Yo... I'm Majin Buu up off the juice; just let me talk to you You cross my mind from time to time, but what's it costed you? I'm stuck inside the prisms of this indica, I'm in the cut I'm feeling anxious. Roll it up and thank it But I wonder if she thinks about me? Thinks when she drinks about me? And I don't know the answers Walk with lady luck as I beg to hold her hand first Ayo, feelings are cancerous Cannabis sandwiched in a damn thick man*script And I'm just trying to McMahon the sh** Big boss Grow a pair (pear) I'm Rick Ross Riding til the shift's off "Don't f** this up", thank you for the tip, boss Creeping out the sticks, ma Feeling kind of big, boy Big and tall. I'm sick of stalling hitting margin ends Feeling part carca**, smart artist with an awkward trend Hard Benjamins spent on carcinogens Demons crawling out my mouth; I'm talcumed out Fresh cut with a couple bad b**hes in the front seat If my conscious were personified, I bet it'd probably punch me Yo, why you telling lies for? Catch me by the dime store listening to Grindcore I need bread? I rhyme more If only I would try more... [Sample] It's yours, isn't it?