Dope Shit

Better watch how you be talking to him Say the wrong thing he’ll spaz again Thoughts outta whack, gotta handle them Pass me the drugs, on one times ten Won’t even listen, don’t need your two cents Smoke so loud, it seems I’m a nuisance Way back then, not considered a cool kid Still kicked it with all the Gs that was hooping Not the sanest, got it workin in my favor Wanna fuck around? There’s time for that later Just because we don’t move the same Doesn’t mean I’m a fuckin hater What’s it to you how I get in my groove? Who tf is you to question my moves? Don’t explain myself to anybody There’s nothing left for me to prove Alls I’m asking that you take a step back Move too quick? That’s a guaranteed setback Not everything needs action quick fast Gotta let it breathe, before you can get back Do what you do but you better know how You gets no clue, you better look around Too deep? Cool… rather be profound Come up smooth with my fly ass sound Even tho it’s lookin kinda hopeless Never distracted, i keep my focus Doesn’t matter what them haters say At the end of the day, Im spitting dope shit Just one reason i chose to do this Really wanna prove that i’m dreaming lucid Only excel at writing music? Hell nah bruh, i’m far from stupid Set intentions, defy limitations Laugh in the faces of those who are hatin Good things come to those who are patient Losin my mind, pray to god that i make it Call it what y’all wanna call it Y’all just stalling, ain’t you tired of talkin? Alls i know, is i’m always movin Very familiar with how i walk it I ain’t start it, imma finish it tho Aim for the stars, my limiter broke I just wanna pay my rent with words My background come from a simpler folk Even tho it’s lookin hopeless Never distracted, i keep my focus Doesn’t matter what them haters say At the end of the day, Im spitting dope shit Losin steam while i’m steaming on broccoli Don’t look at me, grab the the weight from the car seat Slid across my hood like my last name was starsky, Plug in the hood cuz the whole world starving Splittin sticks to quiet my conscious Thoughts goin crazy, drivin me bonkers Fortune at the door, can’t you hear it knockin Mind state clouded from abusing these toxins Locked in, noddin, now i’m feeling nauseous Faded in and out, someone really needs to watch him Another thiz to the dome, bet ya that’’ll rock him Only thing, is whatever he gets, he pops it Meaning there’s never been good time to stop it Cuz its only a good time to him if he tops it Might as well throw it in cuz i swear he lost it Last bit of sanity, that bag really cost him