Searching backwoods for a sentence
nightmares moving timid
they aint seen nothing like this in a minute
move different
what I slip in my logo on the linen
can’t even roll a L I’m always focused on the winning
I was born a griffin
fly niggas but I’m lion hearted
heart departed smoke till naseus i don’t need yah tonic
who the target
I’m an artist
cross the line i get to drawing turn yah skin to garment
Can’t even a beg a pardon
Handouts foreign to my state of mind
get to close then you prepare to die
you must not have read the signs
Got gorillas in this tribe leave you on a vine Thinking it’s a game until we slide you don’t want these rides
Fuck the world do what I want I never need a Plan B
Get some top before I go I think she overstand me
only focused on the dough im sleepin in the pantry
We need that bread lettuce chesse you think we moving sammies
I’ll do it gladly for the right price
Punchlines and Hooks you think its fjght night when I arrive
I touch the mic and dreams die think im that freddie guy
put me in a room with other types then it’s dinner time
and I’m feasting
Boy a beast and
watch them retreating
One day they want beef next day vegan
One day they want smoke Next day Treatment
They ain’t seeing demons Unless they dreaming
Think I’m bruce willis with the ones I be with
While I’m taking shots who think is playing defence
While they throwing rocks I’m surviving in the deep end
Sleeping with the sharks they’ve been dying for a reason give me something

voices in my head wont let me sleep cant put em back to bed
things that I said messages unread
tangled in the threads life that i weaved juggling my dread
Overthinking dead
rather smoke a blunt instead

happiness elusive, thoughts intrusive got me thinking they inclusive dreams that I had turning into nuisance
throw em on the pad to formulate the blueprint
reasons why I do this I ain’t get the new shit
(Dey Say)
Who this new kid going off
No cherry bomb
demon in the fog
he Salmonella raw (Dey say)
send em back to god
they menopause
Hit em wid dat flow that’ll make em go shimmy shimmy yah

back to reflection member times in the weston
*bleep name* in the section He would slide for protection
Pies in possession tryna hide the connection
throwing bullets outside realized he wasn’t destined

Taking shots i told son pass the fifth
No pacifist
won’t be another after this
I’m Lazarus
Called yah shooter met him off computers he been rapping since
Acting goofy think that live a movie it could wrap up quick

Realest in the game come for no facades better act yah age or im pulling cards like the winning draw
Stigma in the way think you gotta play better hold yah hand or I’m saying grace
dinner on my plate

(Dey Say)
Who this new kid going off
No cherry bomb
demon in the fog
he Salmonella raw (Dey Say)
send em back to god (Dey Say)
they menopause
Hit em wid dat flow that’ll make em go shimmy shimmy yah

no apprentice
we all in it
mean business
this is authentic
bar fences
and park benches
Talking malt liq’n
no don sipping
hard living
teflon the linen we carved from we been different
you ain’t in this league
main stream don’t know yah team
waiting on a handout playa this no mickey d’s
Drive thru playas don’t mind you
they dying too Dine you sicker than swine flu but you my food
Handle my bizz like a briefcase
no relay
Send yo lil ass for some chessecake
its my cheat day
Money out my pocket yo profit you ain’t return that
Moving off opinions it’s sickening you better learn facts
This ain’t competition I’m winning I’m on my third lap sipping like boy you earned that trophy look like a bird bath
Breakfast for dinner
Complex full of sinners
dressed for the winter
complex for beginners
Homestretch playing show nd tell Survival of the winners Play the block like they stringer bell, thugs turn to singers
remember days It was ramen noodles - rice and ketchup
Now steak on the wake up Diet still get my cake up

Hook (Lowered Voice):
Took a dub
One is not enough
One ah One
I get love from the slums to da burbs off the curb got my worth from the mud
Get my words from the worst I was birthed from the gun
x2

Verse:
Lava lamps for the feeling Bob Dylan on repeat
Stuck to the ceiling light revealing nothing sweet
Got a taste of my freedom now the hunger running deep
problems ain’t petite swear this test ain’t for the weak
vindication for the vigilant
dedication and some dilligence
recipe for greatness what I’m building with
got more drive than a dealership
they think im dealing shit
Almost lost my life just to be legit
I peep’d the script had to come up out my element let the paper burn slow show ain’t nothing raw as this
I had to step out to chase the progression
I was wasting aggression
Now it’s patience for breakfast nigga