The Crash

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas I hit it three times, then I feel the crash I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas I hit it three times, then I feel the crash Thinking to the days when we ain't have no fuckin pot to piss in Now we piss drunk, locking in we got that tunnel vision Never whipped that chicken, and I never been to prison But I keep killing these beats, I might have a life sentence You could call me Randy Johnson, cause I always go the distance Couple ladies, on my wish list, tell me that I'm oh so gifted Now I got them smiling at me, think they thought I was their dentist And they're sitting on my lap, like I'm Santa during Christmas Hold on lemme switch it up Whole rap game looking like a whole buncha sitting ducks Spit tighter than a city bus And you know at the end of the day you can't get enough Go nuts like Em on renegade, Salt Bae with a bigger blade Take the food off your dinner plate Motherfucker don't try to even act like y'all ain't been afraid Tom Wilson the way that I instigate Any doubt that you had it disintegrate Human Torch yeah the way I incinerate Young Drake yeah the way that I serenade Man I already told y'all I'm here to stay Man I already said I ain't finna play Might have your spot at the top but at least on my watch, won't be today I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas I hit it three times, then I feel the crash I am the goat I bounce back, I set the goals I run past I set the table and eat fast, you cut from the team, I'm first draft Leave it that, I'm leaving in fact, going back to my old ways Rappin' at my pace, why you so cold Dave, can we just go back to my place I'm sick of this feeling, I'm fiending for something, I need it to even the mind state Seeing's believing, your words just mean nothing, if your vibes fail to vibrate So high need to hydrate, wide awake and I lie straight I stare at the ceiling my mind is just spinning, can't think straight, I'm irate I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas I hit it three times, then I feel the crash David and I, we curate the vibes Giving you something to bump in your ride You know that we speeding, we don't read the signs We really got no ceilings like it's 09 Enjoy your life, got limited time Living on Earth but the feeling's divine When you keep improving and hitting your prime When you keep on showing and proving with rhymes When you just be killing shit honing your craft Might try to hate on it might try to laugh Try to just tell em but they might not listen You stay on your grind, you know it was written You picked up the mic, and what a decision You do what you love, you sharpen your vision Cooking that soul food, get you a fixing You eat like a king, they eat with the pigeons I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas I hit it three times, then I feel the crash David and I, we curate the vibes Giving you something to bump in your ride You know that we speeding, we don't read the signs We really got no ceilings like it's 09 Enjoy your life, got limited time Living on Earth but the feeling's divine When you keep improving and hitting your prime