Brandon Batarseh - Bad Weather lyrics

{Verse 1} Got some thick fresh carrots That I'm ready to harvest Break weight quick Signed deals with the martains Both hunted and I'm guarded By the government Makes banks flip and they know That we loving it Hate is getting drastic Motha f**as getting jealous Of these frequencies hidden deep In these acapellas You could see it wasn't me For the V in Vendetta I can do it better I mingle with the jingles That are so unreal 3 of the trio in one appear Bleed all my ego in one year Motha f**as think I'm playing Till they fear what they hear With a couple Tech Nines And a Mach Ten I Load the clips with rhymes Before the day ends Then at 3 am I shoot em off through the mic Rest in peace Another M.C. died tonight {Hook}×2 This wheather gonna k** my car And I don't like to f**ing walk This destination seems so far But navigations what I talk {Verse 2} Symbolically I bless my own products I know the effects of my causes With no pause I gauze my losses Give myself an applause I Take a deep breath and roll on This rolling stone He gathers no moss Now that's dedication And I don't need no medication Cuz the truth is well You're a phony I feel you may be the one needing saving You owe me Letting out hisses and fusses When you said you were roaring According to the warnings You were hoarding my mornings You're so boring So boring {Hook}×2 This wheather gonna k** my car And I don't like to f**ing walk This destination seems so far But navigations what I talk {Verse 3} Substitute What you got for nothing, and give me something I'm lovin this something I baked up Fresh out of the oven It's so yummy Knowing that grumbling I'm hearing Is not your tummy Yeah Let them think I'm the f**ing joke But you the one that taste funny So funny Watch your step my lil friend I'd hate for you to slip and end up In that hole again Old friends are not good friends You really gotta understand your friends Cuz friends tend to change Based on how their time was spent They might come right back But their loyalty has gone and left And their days Will stay the same Ain't nothing gonna change that Or their two faced ways Words at some time That We all partake Worse than being test mice In the lab rat race So what do we do? We look ahead Cut the snakes heads off And then leave em brain dead {Hook}×4 This wheather gonna k** my car And I don't like to f**ing walk This destination seems so far But navigations what I talk