Rocking to some of this raw hip hop sh**
Here to bust some sick rhymes for all the godless
Heathens heart beatings against the hard streets its
Hard to eat with all these dark meetings in secret
I came here to leave with the best of the best
Only blazing that top shelf weed sh**
Hands up if your rap game's on point
You can call me gout the way I'm busting all these sick joints
Head to head smoke sesh you can't defeat us
Put the weed on the table and let's see what's
Up dope beats give me the writers rush
And all our dabs are gold because we got the midas touch
Best bundle up because winter is coming up
The great outdoors like makeup it's time to cover up
So wake up it's time the thunder struck
And save up some time cuz we're running out of luck
My brain keeps tripping over and over
Its sober a loner no closure to roads here
I'm like thunder stomping across the dead tundra
Keep it 100 nah, I keep it hot like the sun's mother
Burning summers, I donna suit made of rubbers
Takes too long to walk, that's why we hover
Time flies when we have to say good bye
When worn out welcomes you back with a tear in her eye
With fear in her heart, when demons rip apart your whole
Entire self and paint the walls with your bloody parts
It's easy to get trapped inside of black holes
That's the whole point every time your eyes close
Every time the mind froze
It's hard not to let go when you're stuck in rewind mode
It's hard to be kind so
Warnings don't usually bite you in the behind so
Climb on out from the mire to the spire
We got mad love for all of earth's pretty liars