Living in turbulence been hurting since I recall
Close the curtain is it worth it if I just withdrawal
To numb the pain on my brain smoking drinking it all
Champagne and grape ape with the caviar
That's rich dishes I switch misses like rigging scores
Shifting positions like Todd Bridges hitting it raw
Different strokes and traditions
Sage smoke For the ims
Invest the pesos collect the interest
Business ventures with dim intentions ducking the law
Winning from benches or trenches it's no difference at all
Heighten my senses when I hit the bong and I Evolve
Fighting for mentions impressing wenches I'm not involved
Stop choosing the ignorance and find resolve
Work on preventing the apprehension finessing on the chess board
You just a pawn to a bishop
The blunt is the magic wand and Jahnee is the wizard
Nobodies is the virus
Ain't no physician
That got a antidote that could stop my collision
From the mental it was written 96 on my Nas shit
When you listen It's a privilege crippling all that nonsense
I'm pompous but I keep the balance
Marching for peace with my automatic
You working hard but I got the talent
Know the flows melodic
It's a quote by prophets
You want the notes the profits
I'ma just boast with this knowledge
I am King
You a small fry no Whoppers
No propaganda or scandal you dealing with a scholar
From the grimmest ascended taking dips in the tropics
Rearrange my logic
Hit the chronic and ponder
Yo
I'm back at it like crack addicts that's relapsing
Street tactics to ease action you need practice
To perfect your craft like Robert and Tom
I'm fashionably late
No need to be arriving on time
I'd rather you wait for greatness
Patience is a virtue
Immerse you in lyrics hotter than bacon popping in the skillet I gots to be the illest
A walking sickness
No pills or medicine can fix this
I was just a underprivileged misfit mixed with
Intelligence with the strength of a elephant
A heart of a lion I aint lying im heaven sent
Prevalent in todays culture
Vultures took it confiscated it to make they own
Loving everything we do but never claimed us as your own like Raven Symone
I pray that I bone
I pray that its dome
Stuff a 8th in a cone
I'm wavy I'm gone
Rasta out here chasing throne even though I was born King
With more women screaming than lesbian porn scenes
Warning Warning
A lyrical thunderstorm is forming
You'll be mourning all these new rappers the second that I'm done performing
Gemini so I'm torn in
Two different directions
Affection or anger
Reflections will change ya
From Boyz 2 Men like Wanya
Shawn and them born to win
Cause a nigga got a lot to lose
And I done seen it all so it's nothing that I gots to prove
It's Rasta
Jahnee Nobodie - Ego Strippin' (feat. Rasta) Lyrics
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Living in turbulence been hurting since I recall
Close the curtain is it worth it if I just withdrawal
To numb the pain on my brain smoking drinking it all
Champagne and grape ape with the caviar
That's rich dishes I switch misses like rigging scores
Shifting positions like Todd Bridges hitting it raw
Different strokes and traditions
Sage smoke For the ims
Invest the pesos collect the interest
Business ventures with dim intentions ducking the law
Winning from benches or trenches it's no difference at all
Heighten my senses when I hit the bong and I Evolve
Fighting for mentions impressing wenches I'm not involved
Stop choosing the ignorance and find resolve
Work on preventing the apprehension finessing on the chess board
You just a pawn to a bishop
The blunt is the magic wand and Jahnee is the wizard
Nobodies is the virus
Ain't no physician
That got a antidote that could stop my collision
From the mental it was written 96 on my Nas shit
When you listen It's a privilege crippling all that nonsense
I'm pompous but I keep the balance
Marching for peace with my automatic
You working hard but I got the talent
Know the flows melodic
It's a quote by prophets
You want the notes the profits
I'ma just boast with this knowledge
I am King
You a small fry no Whoppers
No propaganda or scandal you dealing with a scholar
From the grimmest ascended taking dips in the tropics
Rearrange my logic
Hit the chronic and ponder
Yo
I'm back at it like crack addicts that's relapsing
Street tactics to ease action you need practice
To perfect your craft like Robert and Tom
I'm fashionably late
No need to be arriving on time
I'd rather you wait for greatness
Patience is a virtue
Immerse you in lyrics hotter than bacon popping in the skillet I gots to be the illest
A walking sickness
No pills or medicine can fix this
I was just a underprivileged misfit mixed with
Intelligence with the strength of a elephant
A heart of a lion I aint lying im heaven sent
Prevalent in todays culture
Vultures took it confiscated it to make they own
Loving everything we do but never claimed us as your own like Raven Symone
I pray that I bone
I pray that its dome
Stuff a 8th in a cone
I'm wavy I'm gone
Rasta out here chasing throne even though I was born King
With more women screaming than lesbian porn scenes
Warning Warning
A lyrical thunderstorm is forming
You'll be mourning all these new rappers the second that I'm done performing
Gemini so I'm torn in
Two different directions
Affection or anger
Reflections will change ya
From Boyz 2 Men like Wanya
Shawn and them born to win
Cause a nigga got a lot to lose
And I done seen it all so it's nothing that I gots to prove
It's Rasta
Close the curtain is it worth it if I just withdrawal
To numb the pain on my brain smoking drinking it all
Champagne and grape ape with the caviar
That's rich dishes I switch misses like rigging scores
Shifting positions like Todd Bridges hitting it raw
Different strokes and traditions
Sage smoke For the ims
Invest the pesos collect the interest
Business ventures with dim intentions ducking the law
Winning from benches or trenches it's no difference at all
Heighten my senses when I hit the bong and I Evolve
Fighting for mentions impressing wenches I'm not involved
Stop choosing the ignorance and find resolve
Work on preventing the apprehension finessing on the chess board
You just a pawn to a bishop
The blunt is the magic wand and Jahnee is the wizard
Nobodies is the virus
Ain't no physician
That got a antidote that could stop my collision
From the mental it was written 96 on my Nas shit
When you listen It's a privilege crippling all that nonsense
I'm pompous but I keep the balance
Marching for peace with my automatic
You working hard but I got the talent
Know the flows melodic
It's a quote by prophets
You want the notes the profits
I'ma just boast with this knowledge
I am King
You a small fry no Whoppers
No propaganda or scandal you dealing with a scholar
From the grimmest ascended taking dips in the tropics
Rearrange my logic
Hit the chronic and ponder
Yo
I'm back at it like crack addicts that's relapsing
Street tactics to ease action you need practice
To perfect your craft like Robert and Tom
I'm fashionably late
No need to be arriving on time
I'd rather you wait for greatness
Patience is a virtue
Immerse you in lyrics hotter than bacon popping in the skillet I gots to be the illest
A walking sickness
No pills or medicine can fix this
I was just a underprivileged misfit mixed with
Intelligence with the strength of a elephant
A heart of a lion I aint lying im heaven sent
Prevalent in todays culture
Vultures took it confiscated it to make they own
Loving everything we do but never claimed us as your own like Raven Symone
I pray that I bone
I pray that its dome
Stuff a 8th in a cone
I'm wavy I'm gone
Rasta out here chasing throne even though I was born King
With more women screaming than lesbian porn scenes
Warning Warning
A lyrical thunderstorm is forming
You'll be mourning all these new rappers the second that I'm done performing
Gemini so I'm torn in
Two different directions
Affection or anger
Reflections will change ya
From Boyz 2 Men like Wanya
Shawn and them born to win
Cause a nigga got a lot to lose
And I done seen it all so it's nothing that I gots to prove
It's Rasta
Writer: Sean Mayers, Trever Gallman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid