Canva**e - Crossed t's, Dotted i's lyrics

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Canva**e - Crossed t's, Dotted i's lyrics

[Verse 1: Canva**e] Take a moment to recall the setbacks, and how we made it up without the jet-packs, huh-uh How we avoiding being lost souls Rest in peace to victims of Sosoliso Head scratching, spill blood like a dead captain, yeah and pour some wine in that chalice toast to leaving zombie land shots like cameras And we did it without the camel backs Or support besides 99 and the good people This story finna see it's sequel, put your heads when you're named could be trace too Yeah I seen through that, I've done all that, started from 1004 floors kitty litter and scratch, you'd be happy not to hear a gun clap, see the sun black, and get a placed lunch mats or watch an episode of the rugrats Rigid my flow be y'all be timid Regime myopic talking price tags & frigid, fidgeting through the frivolous, looking for the pendleton, try to box me and you gon suffer the penalty I've gone through too much for no talent to be a shade 2 years in this game and the b**hes kinda lame 12 years a slave till the saviour it's been harsh Watch the behaviour teens choice ain't a benchmark No shots to the clerk, we just clerics Housing the knowledge that's esoteric, OG sh** Come to think of these rappers isomeric, same flow in different people so why compare them Ain't no contrast , clearly ain't no abstract, on each other's balls no die erections like a compa** Too ahead of time, b Gotta go through fall before they can see a new leaf This is the point where you learn to distinguish, the well wishers, a** kissers, pilgrims who want ya outta prison Your bars eye opening get an optician Balance of wisdom lopsided can't blame the solipsism Peers tryna stagnate us The fugazi in them seen by a Bartimaeus Like pre SSCE the wolves run a muck High society, Rayvain like Dikembe hold the block I'm never packing, never ripping them packets, another black kid slaying n***as who want that Angus, active with these adlibs angelus regular practice for wake keep of fake sheep crossing wolf's ballads Where he been the past few months Aww forget about it cuz he ain't pa**ing blunts Knees down facing the tabernacle Spread bar code, end of this Canva**e convo