Tryna find a purpose
And this shit is hotter than a furnace, oh okay
Rapping like a turtle
Fuck all of your federal reserve notes, oh okay
Only real bro I got is Tim
We gone do what it take to win
Fake fucks ion give a fuck bout them
Always keep the heat in my pen
What's gone take for them to listen
No white boy flow like this
Pack a bowl of the kush I rip
That energy off I dip
Bet you ain't heard nun like this
Keep a blunt in my hand my mit
I'm Damaged as fuck I admit
Been trying to find myself so many times where I end up jus stuck ina pit
I'm sorry the stuff I forget
Need a real one ye that's it
Tryna find a purpose
And this shit is hotter than a furnace, oh okay
Rapping like a turtle
Fuck all of your federal reserve notes, oh okay
Blowing the trees
Tried to bury it deep, life's a delicacy
Numb to the pain so we never defeat
I'm in my room stop pestering me
Ima recluse so bury me deep
I ain't the same as America sees
Proly belong somewhere overseas
Fuck what they tell ya jus follow ya dreams
We buried in stars they never could see
Talking bout mars but ain't been in the seas
When we on the beat reaching higher degrees
The music a drug yea we all jus some feens
Wordplay is valuable we jus some thieves
The words be like pollen we just some bees