[ Featuring LQQPMASTER ]
He's a Producer?
Ugh, you don't gotta tell me nothing
I been running up the drop, I got the spot on top mountains
Bougie fountains, Goofy's tryna count them
Dineros like Nero burn the houses
I went to school so I can play my own accountant
Guess I was sure that I'd be counting
Quick math, bad habits is my sabbath
Yet I'm out here
Please forget me for this mouth hear
I can bring anything into fruition and
Flip it then do it again again and again
Smoke from the pen
Inhale it and if I'm failing then grind time
My shine divine I rhyme slime
My lines glide like Clyde Bonnie in hindsight
Now "Don ain't what my nigga?"
Now I'm tight
I can serve it anyway you like
You want a quicker speed
Then nigga peep these lyrics fly
The fear is I won't hear my mind or wait
Do you like that slow flow, brain in a choke hold go mode
I can do both so pick, Caesar getting lethal with the stick
Now this the 5th time that I heard my dreams ain't valid
Projection at its finest
Why would I need to hear it, my spirit been on an island
Water coco like the hoes that want the boy
I know I'm wilding
Palm trees in the element, smoking and now I'm vibing
Freedom is a choice and yet so many people decide not to be free
I'm a free man and I can think freely
They think we're crazy, they call us freaks
But honestly I think were...we're just happier
Smoking on some um well posers
Toe to toe I'm holding my own, don't know bout the roses
Laid at my feet but I'll take it
Leave a lane just for my pinky to fit in and Imma make it
Will power I will tower over mistakes fam
Shaking, cowardice misery nigga shaking
5'5 yet my size 10's got em quaking
Think its mine for the taking
Yea the league looking vacant, what I bleed is amazing
What I leak feeling ancient
Calabasas black cap under my hoodie
Two shoes is Givenchy if they say that they goodies
Dior galore in store for the boy
Just couldn't give up, bitch whats up
I know my tongue leave a cut
Must not have heard I'm the boy that wouldn't
Betray
What the dreams laid aye
Oh, I shouldn't be going off like this
I'm awfully quick with my all my wits
My thoughts is lit, your thots ain't shit
These barbies bitches flossed your shit
Your consciousness is gone like mist
Im parched and quenched
It's consequential that I talk like this (you cocky bitch)
I earned it, my mark is in
Count a hundred in some moccasin
Tell them pilgrims I wanna talk to them
This what happen when you find what you love
What you love, what you love, what you love what you love
This had to come from above, from above, from above, from above, from above
This what happen when you find what you love
What you love, what you love, what you love what you love
This had to come from above
Add it up, add it up
