Yeah… Aye… Pulled up with a stain or two, had to smoke what the pain been through Cruisin’ through the rain in a stainless coupe, ice veins, no shame in the danger loop Neck on swing like orangutans, maneuvers on beat like I’m trained in the chamber room Everyday stress like a hangin’ noose, still slid through smoother than bathing suit Ooh, infinite sauce, yeah, pick your poison Piss off the law, but I keep composure Whip in reverse, make the wheels do yoga Still got scars, but I sip Kambucha Peep the aroma, I’m off of that reefer Driftin’ through realms like a shadow creature Feet don’t touch, I’m above all features Tryna make a preacher say “Damn, he reachin’” Ha! I don’t campaign, I just vanish Dippin’ out quick with a blunt full of spastic I don’t politic with no damp mechanics Whole team sharp like a pack of mantids We from where it’s boarded up storefronts, warm cups, broke lunch, short funds Still turned gold from the floor up I could write scrolls in the cold with a sore thumb Born in the back of a liquor store basement Mama had trauma, I got the translation Came from the core of a war-torn placement Now I need peace like four vacations First time that I wrote, I was chokin’ Blood on the page with the ink still soakin’ Stressin’ over lyrics, but they hit like Odin Voice from the gods and the block still know it Ope! Not your ordinary Soul been cut from a cloth that’s rare Heard y’all raps ain’t nothin’ there Whole crew faker than a country fair Told my ex, “Don’t hit me for nothin’” I don’t play tag when I’m out in public I don’t play fair when I feel that thunder You might just drown tryna step in puddles Ooh, you don’t know my hunger You don’t know nights when the heat got cut You don’t know the look on my cousin’s face when a plate hit down and his piece got snuffed So I ride with a weed in the trunk Ain’t for show, I’m legit with the funk Might flip modes like I’m Busta with the lungs Run up on your clique with some dro in a bowl or a blunt I don’t need a fuze, I’m the juice in the cup I don’t need votes, I’m the one that they watchin’ Sayin’ my name like they summonin’ prophets Wrote this with pain in my veins like toxins Still I’m chill I be vibin’ wit’cha Let the beat knock like a cyclone pitcher Shorty want vibes with a packed tight bowl with liquor Tried to say hi, but she lie on scriptures I’m just tryna ride with a baddie that’ll bite If I give her the nod, she ignite like wick Head in the clouds, but the ground still split When I drop this sound, whole crowd get lit Buttercream Benz, I was dreamin’ ‘bout it But now I just want peace, no demon around me No lean, no script, just trees and volume I’m clean with the clip, no stream can drown me Runnin’ like the rent do real quick Thinkin’ like Sun Tzu militant Broke out the old school silences Took in the whole scene, flipped my environment Ooh, got the bassline kickin’ Shawty fine, lookin’ like a space-time vixen Voice got grain like I’m baked in friction Face in the sky but I stay on the mission Yeah, see I came from the corner Real ones dead or they fightin’ a coma Still pop off with a smile and aroma Got paid last week, blew half on the doja Yeah took a lil’ dive, but stayin’ alive like Travolta Put my past in a trunk, no guidance Now the road twist wild but I ride it Over all the scenes like a high-end pilot Hop out your feelings, uh, hop out them limits Come jump in the deep end, the whole pool frigid I don’t need drip, I be soaked in meaning She ride that thang like a soul gone missin’ I’m still with it Lil’ freak nymph in the whip, no ceiling Twist up the shit, got the light post dimming Every line hit like a high dose spirit Spit with a grin and a mind like Dilla Kush in my lungs and a tongue like thriller Came from the rubble with a bong and scripture Now the whole plot like a blunt: I twist it Slide if you with it don’t lie, just feel it I was knee-deep in the vice, no gimmicks Now I see peace like a beach in Fiji Still got that heat when the drums start peaking I was raised where the sirens scream, no guidance Pop stayed gone, moms cried in silence Eyes on fire, but I smiled through violence Now I spit hits like a wise guy on assignment Came from the flatline, still I got traction Felt like a phantom, boxed in fractions Now my verses hit a cracked whip when I’m rappin’, While the world burn like a matchstick napkin Uh, I don’t play no actor I don’t tweet, don’t preach, no pastor Still I speak like a bastard sage Wrote pain on a page, then I lit the chapter Midnight oil in a flask with gin Past so thick, gotta scratch that skin Shorty want love, but her past like tin Tryna heal wounds, but I bathe in sin Mm, feel that tick? That pressure? Feelin’ like a red pill in a world full of lectures I don’t really deal with the critics or the gestures Y’all gon’ kneel when the mission catch texture Bounce to the beat, eat it up like the Fat Boys at a luncheon Voice got weight like I stole me somethin’ I don’t flex gold or expose assumptions But my hands been numb from the coldest punches Yeah, broke through the ceiling Now I see stars when I’m leavin’ the building Still can’t sleep, got a mind of a villain Run wild fast with a pain that’s gilded Float like a ghost through the smoke, no drama Wrote that shit while I laugh at purple lipped Obama Still got dreams of a house with a sauna But instead I go to Benihana’s in a rusted-floor Honda
