[MOSPANTS]
Thought inspectors robbing ya word banks dis sh** higher than your
Ranks, dank stench got my eye looking like forest whitaker..formation
4-3-3 bout to put work down your flanks' this free lines for you this be
Cocaine unpredictable what they gon say, a n***a stapled to the paper shining
Like cold chains zoning off and my phone rings (phone rings adliv)
I'm pa**ing workers by plenty a master yearning for envy you Valerie bertinelli
Thinking to myself that's my old sh** that they don't play, came into the world with
The bird flipped sh**ting on your establishments and the places you splurge in they looking
At mos like what the f** did he learn kid?!..you anit the same n***a no more tears running down
The face ash the spliff on the floor anxieties bind with my demons i feel this..floating down the
Road catching all this air like heel flipS....Ahhhhh i'm not slipping no banana peel sh**, just a
Visible minority with ma**ive sk** sets, don't f** around or else you'll get wet up like ill s**
From those n***as that fill tecs, on the microphone i k** reps with the bars no gym sets already left
Reality but i'm looking for more outlets....feeling charged no outlets on my sixth spliff but it feels
Like about ten, why you saying friends if we not friends, why you saying you got me but don't got them
Why you acting fake and not real, why you think i spit this nice? tryna make mills off the flow before
The end of mines...before the end of time dig me a grave and drop a pen inside, but before that i will
Receive endless light enlightenment with the mic its him