Dubich - NO FUNNY BUSINESS

{Intro}
On and off the court, straight fundamentals, no funny business
This shit ain't nothing to me man
Movin like Dracula, we get it back in blood
You see it, I really did this

{Verse}
In my mind I sell away all the lies
They sever me, only hum and dismember me, on the high for therapy
Oh my god, you'll never be at the top
Embarrassing, you're a fraud
The parity all you speak of is heresy
I dont give a fuck, I'm floating like the top of a Cherokee
On a cloud, smokin loud, wearin smile, insincerity
Not sober (?...)
(?...) made me flip the polarity
Comin for yo neck like a clothesline
I ain't fucking with you chickens it ain't Bo Time
Slaughter time, I'm back on my bovine
Watch my shit resurface like it's low tide
Let the dead up out my closet, the skeletal on me marching
The feds they can all be watching as I turn this shit into a profit
I'll be honest, how can anyone be honest, when everyone has personas so different when the line’s on us?
Time to speak, fought anxiety to creep
Fuck the quiet in yo mind and drown out all that you could think
Realize yo hands are tied just like the tongue behind yo teeth
See the red up in my eyes and you know you about to bleed
I done made some big mistakes but still I'm not feeling human
(?...)
You think I'd be used to this Dubich facing Anubis
As I'm face to face with death I be like “come on, let's do it”
Yeah let's run it for all of the times that I won it
Lost count, deep in the hundreds
(?...)
(?...) no discussion
So disgusting, (?...)
You don't got a heart, no deduction
Funny motherfuckers always on that fuckshit
All my niggas go batshit, but we on the same page
(?...) we gon be spinnin 4 times, fuck a hat-trick
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