RARE ITEM! 1000 xp (feat. Christon Lamar)

Livin' life a passerby, that was till I touched a mic
And now we in the forest workin' on a fuckin' sacrifice
Not to be the type to bring the platter to the table
So I had him rig the game, fuck it what I gotta lose
Facade, facade is what I see, you better drop em
You at odd odds with the son of a prophet
Now I'm manifestin' more cash that don't fit in my pocket
This a manifesto, I just call it an album when I drop it
This is like the scripture in my notes app when I'm jottin'
I'm joggin' laps around the competition
That's the definition of a Master Splinter
Grand wizard, fuck the fault line fissured
Now we floatin' down the river to the maker
I'm the centerfold of the front paper
For bad, for worse
I work my words to show point of view
Not points and views
Just to lens skewed through fictional eyes
To fit in your lives
So I can disguise these stories and fables
Swear that I was young and didn't have a way
Niggas steady follow niggas, shit is like a passageway
Fell in love with rollin' up and smokin' blunts, a tragedy
Never really gave a fuck, the way is up my mind was at
Counting on my fingers
Tryna think about where my time was at
Demons steady linger in my dreams
That's where they find me at
Yo team we supersede L.A.F.C
The bitch is likin' that
Yo team we supersede L.A.F.C
Counting on my fingers tryna think about where my time was at
Demons steady linger in my dreams
That's where they find me at
Yo team we supersede L.A.F.C
Yo bitch is likin' that
Yeah, yeah,
count on my fingers trynna