What up? It's Bouty Johnson
Yo, where you at
Long time coming
What's meant to be will be
This music shit man
This music shit brings a whole lot of frustration
Work my ass of, now I spend months waiting
F*ck my day job, I don't have enough patience
But I put too much in, I won't give up haters
And sometimes the biggest hater is my own self
Where you at? On the fader, I make a microphone melt
And would y'all help with my deep depression
Against evil, being peaceful is a lethal weapon
Peep my cathedral. Yeah, I believe in heaven
Maybe it ain't what you see when you think angelic
Peep the message, we could all lose it all in the blink of a second
I switch the flow so I could breathe on the record
Breathe. What you see is a legend
I don't mean to be mean, but you feeble
And you couldn't read at 11
Where you at? Brings the beat to the session
I bring the heat, and of course I bring a bingo feast for my brethren
I get down
What up, peep
Yeah, you know that this music shit is a blessing and a curse
But if you stress it, it gets worse
So just breathe
In all due time, we all do shine
Ha
That's Peep Drew's rhyme