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Traffic Jam
by Matt Nye
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Look ima good man
Trauma got me in a bad place
I lost a lot of love and replaced the pain with a fine rage
Its hard to talk about my loss without a beat playing
And if I do ill probably spark a blunt to stop my shaken hand
Im shaking hands locking eyes seeing through they glance
I keep a pistol in my pants I don’t fucking dance
They making plans no weapons forming against me stand
Even if you killed me
Ninja scroll my monsters check my hands
I got more ghosts then you got folks in this living realm
They watching you and whisper in my ear if I should put you down
Maybe im broken cuz I was left at the lost and found
Went cali bound and now im smoking with the dog pound
And that shits crazy if you know me in them days lost
When I named my very first pistol lil Nate dog
Cuz it made me feel like I was the hardest man in this town
Till my brother took it went to use and they shot em down
I guess we reaping really only what we sowing down
Poppa left a seed and now this rose can crack a concrete mound
My petals lifting up these mountains off the fucking ground
Go an eat a dick from the back and smell that doo doo brown
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
I see the world from the point of view of an eagles eye
Think about the dead so much I hardly feel alive
An sometimes I go outside so I can see the sky
Immediately walk back in and find a beat to rhyme
I put my pistol in a safe just to give me space
Cuz on an off day probably put a hole into my face
No matter how i high I climb I’ll never see your face
I build myself a tower a bable lead me to outer space
I guess to ever see you again Id need a time machine
Thats a hard pill to swallow like a lima bean
Even with a million streams I can’t afford the finner things
It’s back to robbing tourist who think they buying the finest green
Im on that og knowledge spit you a throw back
Leave a poem right at your feet like its a toe tag
I don’t brag I make moves a locomotive
Oh shit I didn’t know your bitch was on some hoe shit
Don’t trip or you may find yourself in the ocean
You no fish you should stay on the land and just coast it
You ghosted you dead homie you got no emotion
I’m open I kept it one hundred since I was spoken
Devoted kill your whole click without a motive
I’m old head
I come from the testis of a dope a head
You can try and test me I make messy out your forehead
You could not invest me im laser point in my focus
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
Look ima good man
Trauma got me in a bad place
I lost a lot of love and replaced the pain with a fine rage
Its hard to talk about my loss without a beat playing
And if I do ill probably spark a blunt to stop my shaken hand
Im shaking hands locking eyes seeing through they glance
I keep a pistol in my pants I don’t fucking dance
They making plans no weapons forming against me stand
Even if you killed me
Ninja scroll my monsters check my hands
I got more ghosts then you got folks in this living realm
They watching you and whisper in my ear if I should put you down
Maybe im broken cuz I was left at the lost and found
Went cali bound and now im smoking with the dog pound
And that shits crazy if you know me in them days lost
When I named my very first pistol lil Nate dog
Cuz it made me feel like I was the hardest man in this town
Till my brother took it went to use and they shot em down
I guess we reaping really only what we sowing down
Poppa left a seed and now this rose can crack a concrete mound
My petals lifting up these mountains off the fucking ground
Go an eat a dick from the back and smell that doo doo brown
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
I see the world from the point of view of an eagles eye
Think about the dead so much I hardly feel alive
An sometimes I go outside so I can see the sky
Immediately walk back in and find a beat to rhyme
I put my pistol in a safe just to give me space
Cuz on an off day probably put a hole into my face
No matter how i high I climb I’ll never see your face
I build myself a tower a bable lead me to outer space
I guess to ever see you again Id need a time machine
Thats a hard pill to swallow like a lima bean
Even with a million streams I can’t afford the finner things
It’s back to robbing tourist who think they buying the finest green
Im on that og knowledge spit you a throw back
Leave a poem right at your feet like its a toe tag
I don’t brag I make moves a locomotive
Oh shit I didn’t know your bitch was on some hoe shit
Don’t trip or you may find yourself in the ocean
You no fish you should stay on the land and just coast it
You ghosted you dead homie you got no emotion
I’m open I kept it one hundred since I was spoken
Devoted kill your whole click without a motive
I’m old head
I come from the testis of a dope a head
You can try and test me I make messy out your forehead
You could not invest me im laser point in my focus
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties
Cuz life just a traffic jam
Moving through the city
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty
Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and
Cuddle up with my kitties