Rhymes are drywalling
Sky is falling
But It's no time for stalling (stalling)
They out there balling (balling)
They out there balling (their balling)
Yeah (yeah)
Skrrt (skrrt)
Yeah
Chest pounding
How could you leave?
Two hands cup my heart
Trying not to bleed
Messed up from love
So I keep things clean
Not together
Other piece of my heart
What do you mean
Need to let go
And find another life
Need to cut the booze and ties
Hoping for a day
You don't cross my mind
Looking toward the day
That I'll be fine
Feeling weak-willed
You were always mine
I still want you in my life
I used to be prepared to let you go
But this pain that hurts
Is all I know
We're not friends
And we're not foes
11-year addiction to highs and lows
Yet for your love
I think I'd give my soul
I hope I'm in my purpose
I wanna play my role
Don't want to delve through trash
Looking for gold
My heart's desire's never been told
Minds safety has always been hold
Where did comfort turn cold
When did loyalty get sold
How do I brave this mode
Damn! Ttt
How do I brave this mode
Yeah
Rhymes are drywalling
Sky is falling
But It's no time for stalling (stalling)
They out there balling (balling)
They out there balling (their balling)
Yeah
Rhymes are drywalling
Sky is falling
But It's no time for stalling (stalling)
They out there balling (balling)
They out there balling (their balling) yeah
I'm doing the impossible
Yeah I'm still doing it
Rising up holy ghost
No there's no cruising this
I hear them chariots now
Time to leave the cave
To wear a crown
I see you from a mile away
Losing with the hate you gave
It's on-site and signal
I let you suckers mingle
Like seeing someone from the past
And they overreact
For where you at
And where they lack
They player hating
Those are small facts
I'm not calling back
Cherish moments while you spoof
But nothing keeps it's youth
But a tree and the truth
Secret weapon like a gun pen
Keep you guessing
While you resting
Always diligent
Had sauce without gravy
My legs insured salute Rih she navy
They blame me
For how the hood raised she
Wolf on wall street hustle
Mixed with a rasta mind
I load lyrics up like a reggae whine
Let the shots shoot one time
Time to even up unfinished lines
Like a barber that stays
Picking up his line
On my way
They running out of time
Time to even up unfinished lines
Like I'm on construction
And left a day job
Why they play god
God's angel
True warrior they day mob
Yeah
They day mob
Yeah yeah