If gangsters move in silence then I'm loud on my own time
Heard me yelling how I cope hella bad, on the coast line
My bad beach knows all my lads we get so tide
Of bad notes, knowing all my pads got my old rhymes
If bangers help me fly it, I'd call every song ostrich
I guess it's ironic, I guess it's the tonic, that's better at talking
When I gave up the chronic, I almost gave up and lost it
Stayed away from the wrong clique, take my haven and hog it
And if they wasn't the wrong clique, hope that God wasn't trippin
I know the bouls from last year will probably talk to me different
It's all in the cold stare, put my grip in the mitten
To put that shit on ya shoulder so you can stop all the bidding
When you don't care or know yourself
When you- mow yo lawn, and hold your health,
I could've- showed you wrongs, and boast no stealth
I show my- head to God, and shed young faun
On my way there
They want try me
Y'all don't play fair
I drag my feet
On my way there
They gone tie me
All the way Down
Think of me highly
On my way there
They want try me
Y'all don't play fair
I drag my feet
On my way there
They gone tie me
All the way Down
Think of me highly
October got my akh Ricky on the block with me
Chicken halal
Rap lyrics you know if you mess pigs it's a problem
Tad spirited distracting, now I'm thinking I'm wrong
Had em fearing all my options, now I'm ringing the gong
Meditate, mediate my cadence, I better get to praying
Seven deadly sins, my third eye like a diamond on a wedding ring
Seeing fame is overrated, maybe legends never letterman
If they leer what I get to sing
I'll send them something to remind them where their heads are in
Leverage, bubbling, heaven-sent troubled kids
When we had our cubbies, and they buddy system failed
Inhale, speaking out the wrong end, like my chin is tail
And I'm wailing at ten,
Eyes half shut closed, I'm a tentative braille
(Ya Feel Me?)
Mask, hat clothes, when I'm getting the mail
Cuz the world finna end I dunno how to feel
And I don't know how to feel
Settle- settle Down
TRACK OVER