Tampa Bay

Tampa Bay in this place Hawking 'em down Look at my pace I love the hate Look at they face You can't keep up Look at my mind I don't give a fuck I'm shedding my skin Don't know who's listening I don't even know what you could be You could be an enemy of me Talking like we close But you not family Ooh, you taken Hit me back when you get to shakin I'm closed up on the inside Long life.. I don't wanna ride or die Bold face every time that I ever told a lie Ugh. Take a page from my book I'm bending the corner like mom got me shook Afraid of the time like Captain Hook Walk up in it like I don't wanna spend it If I see the item.. I gotta get it I bought a smile Hoping that happiness stays for a while Wow Tampa Bay in this place Hawking 'em down Look at my pace I love the hate Look at they face You can't keep up Look at my mind I don't give a fuck I'm shedding my skin Don't know who's listening I don't even know what you could be You could be an enemy of me Talking like we close But you not family You're not even the closest You can smell the roses Hate when they think they bad cause opposes I can see through your lie-I Checked your gram its a lie Bigger they are, the harder they fall Ready to risk it all Never have a draw I get what I need I do it with ease I never say please Back in the day I wouldn't believe That I could make it Look at my life Success, my fragrance Pop both pills In and out the matrix I'm the one. I'm flying through the cadence I'm my own enemy I battle my mind, my spirit, and me All of those three.. the Trinity Combine those and what do you see Ugh. Feeling kind of fickle Not my fault. It's instrumental I don't believe it's accidental Ooh maybe I'm too sentimental I'm from Tampa Bay in this place Hawking 'em down Look at my pace I love the hate Look at they face You can't keep up Look at my mind I don't give a fuck I'm shedding my skin Don't know who's listening I don't even know what you could be You could be an enemy of me Talking like we close But you not family I'm not them. I got another verse I believe in yo' God But not yo' church Don't own a Bible I don't like merch I ain't talking 'bout prophets Unless we talking 'bout pockets If you tell the truth they stop it Step in the studio, it's my cockpit I take off with a note, that I wrote Been a goat Look at the way that I come out the slopes I've been a beast Look at the way that I feast I got what I need What can I say? I didn't come to play Look at my life. I made it this way I'm from Tampa Bay in this place Hawking 'em down Look at my pace I love the hate Look at they face You can't keep up Look at my mind I don't give a fuck I'm shedding my skin Don't know who's listening I don't even know what you could be You could be an enemy of me Talking like we close But you not family