Lyrics:
kick and a firm handshake
I said hey old man
I ain't bothering nobody
Trying to have a dream here
He said you need to know what it means to be woke
It's a mad world out here, I tell you
The world's gone stark, raving mad
Everyone in the world is mad
It's a mad crazy world
I see
the gas I let my homie steer
Tints on the truck I fly past yeen een know we here
5 Tapes in 8 months, prodigy of the year
I keep it zuritrue, i got them
in Everything cause all I know is
To
Light up when you're feeling Grey
Can take away the stress from Change
Now I don't wanna sit here Pretending im
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
And Osean (Love the shout out)
Here's my demo
I know it's wrong
Try to fix it
On the side
Can I get by (Yeah, Yeah)
I'ma try
I'm so happy
Never sad
I know you
when I'm in the mood
Pain eats me like a plate of food
He talks down to me and hides the truth
Like I'm playing a game that I only lose
He takes all
this traffic die down?
If they would expand this road to 10 lanes
Maybe I could get home
Now I sit by the river
But not in my quadrant, there's no
with the sh*t I drop
It get messy
But I’m invested
Ball like Sheck
And keep it sexy
You can’t sit here
Out of my mind under pressure
Utopia’s mine
honey by the stove
You listening
Bring me the crumpets and some biscuits too
Americans call them cookies
Yep, bruv, I'm stealing them too
Submerged in my
I'm sitting on this barstool
In a joint called Tampa Red's
I got a Rolling Rock and a whisky neat
I'm here all alone while you're at home
With another
sometimes it's already over
Over and over and over again
Over and over, it's over, the end
Yeah, liftoff
Rift in this thought, what I riffed off
Get winded by
Say less, say less man I'm sorry bout the mess
All my demons run tornados that's why I'm always depressed
If you want to learn a bit about me here's
hit em low Run Da Yard and take it all
Taught by all the best catch me rolling with the vets
If your numbers don't make sense I got no problems saying
to spawn merit; I was born where all the king's men couldn't mend a broken spirit; I was born where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall, to live
dat, and yes I do love you
But do we have to act like we're glued, together
All the time, boots on my mind
Fine wine with lips so girl take a sip
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia
You know the thing, chocolate like
the flows
So sit down I'm bout to rock ya bout
Waves smacking the deck y'all pussys wet
But that's how I like em before I put them on reck
Double sided knife
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
mentality (Godzilla!)
I paste my game to zero all completion
See a cretin's still a cretin even speakin' altered moniker
American nightmare lost in
of becoming better for you
But I cannot reject what's since ever been mine
Sit back and cry before falling asleep
With my feelings again overwhelming my head
a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never
evil like I’m feeding
Off Lucifer's lifestream
But people 'round here don’t feel
Me 'cause I'm different
While people 'round the globe all
Love me
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