HOLLOW

What do they think of me now The lyrics built like hieroglyphics tell them figure out Made some cheddar from the banks but they ain't figure it out You sent the check to my personal I said a different account You seem to like paper routes that trail right to your house My speed is more bad sluts that look good in a blouse My G's will stack so tall Jack's beanstalk can't amount Stack Sparrow shut the fuck up with that breathing out your mouth How they reason I got reasons to believe they won't amount While my Super Sonic success continuously piles My speedometer says light year's I'd never travel miles Digital pirate on a mission to manipulate the files Look at me now I lost my job and my money I'll figure it out Put a gun to your mouth now you're screaming out loud All that surfing on the web could've been in a crowd Fuck Look at me right in the face I got nothing to lose Put my faith in my God and then I put on my shoes Then it's back to the fools who never had nothing Why every Puerto Rican rapper thinking they Bad Bunny Well I don't like that dude he's mad funny Kind of suspicious why he wearing all them dresses Some people call it success I'd rather say infected But really it's a bunch of no names that's just protected I think we need a resurrection A past life told me that I was born a blessing And every day's a lesson Say no to stressing And every day keep balling keep on collecting Keep a calm projection Life high speed shit require strong connections And when you lag in these servers it's dire consequences They running laps and I'm flying I'm breaking all convention Oh so you really liked the album I'm glad you mentioned Give me them flowers while I'm alive or I'll come and haunt you The ghost of Sparrow teamed up with Kruger and Nosferatu There's not a bitch that stepped in my house that knows what I do I lost my phone I lost your number I don't want the new I don't want your news With all the miles I walked in these how could I want your shoes I'm orbiting in outer space in astronaut suits Same time I'm grounded like these feet got roots When under qualified pieces of shit speak God truths I see he's lost too Come get a treasure map from me bitch