Lyrics:
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
that
'Kay, I'm back, and I've made a few calls
Made a track that will break a few rules
Never mind Marvel, this could be
The most ambitious crossover
like missing my weed, I get higher than Bob
It's a eye for an eye in my city, that's Baltimore City
Where even the bitches be wicked in poverty
I got seven banks, empty thots, plenty
Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
I got seven tracks ready
China's, with me
Way too many hits this world
I've been feelin lonely
I've been feelin lost
Just want you by my side
No matter what it cost
I've been feelin pretty blue
But it'd be prettier with
Hear you all the time
I don't really care about that
Real ones on my side
I can guarantee you that
If you by the line, put you back on track
Fuck
And focussed everything I have on making stupid tracks
But they keep sleeping on my art
(Bob Ross)
Well this my fire in the park
(Compost)
Coldest on the mic,
on track (Les go)
The key is not in what but how we act
We speak our minds, who speaks to mine?
Scrolling through my feed tryna find the lack
I'm not who I
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground
I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
this, you know I got a scam for that
The Daddy's friends are good but still I watch my back
I like to vibe, write a rhyme to a funky phat track
I got
with them
I've been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim
Lil Zane my nigga, made it far with them
Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
I don't
from my pen
And I've got a stake in it like it was a vampire
Burning up like a campfire
I'm still riding on the whims of the breeze and the winds with
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
to the shit you say
But you've been warned
I don't care about your sob stories anymore
But let's move on I've only got so much time on this beat
I've been
problems in this life I can’t clear out my mind
So I just smoke and look up to the sky You wouldn’t believe the numbers Ive lost from my side
Manaman chat
fly for life
I've been workin' that myself
Man I wrote this rap myself
Killin' tracks all by myself
Brought it back all by myself
Drink till last call
problems in this life I can’t clear out my mind
So I just smoke and look up to the sky You wouldn’t believe the numbers Ive lost from my side
Manaman chat
year
Damn
Who are you deceiving
I see right through your bob and weaving
Electric fumes I shock the ceiling
High voltage my mind's perceiving but
They
started slangin' that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock
With the life that i been living, i forget everything i do
I can’t stop myself from sinning, got me crossing out on you
Mind be blanking, paranoid
Too much on my mind
I'll just pass on by
Girl I'm not your guy
Yeah
Losing patience
I got too much on my mind
Same way you don't look at me, then
Lyrical killer, My spirit will heal ya
Mythical creature, who is killing the speakers
Flaming the track and then I'm blazing with features
So nice
them wrong
There's nothing to it
I've got an issue
Where I spill out all my business
And I overshare just a bit
So let me spell it out
Tell all in
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