Stop asking me if sh**'s synonymous
Yo I'm past the schemes
Slip quick into honest bliss
Not quite ignorance or inattention
Got mics in the clench more dim prevention
"him?" the mention get them to clenching
Grinding teeth flat I'm finding peace back to sly men beats
Flak jacket mentality raps behind the speech
Climbing peaks strapped with this
Hip-Hop describing task in timings past not as live as me
I ride that a** brain damaged behind the cla**
Change gone lunch money vanished famished the line is smashed no feelings like I crashed on Galapagos smash on sloppy hoes no healing light flash I jot the poems so if you think it's rash then I swat the hoes psychosis lapse when I stop to flow it's hardly acts when I talk to hoes sh**
Pardon
Ask if I got the jokes
When I laugh at my sloppy quotes
b**h you ain't got me nope
Cause I get up used a bit
f** I'm used to it
Can't get the news to fit so I lose the sh**
Find the right shoes to fit?
f** that Branded confused a bit
Time I f**in get boozed again
Walking miles in these shoes is like bowels that i spew with it
Wild and I do defile whole crews with it
Childish feuds? Would prefer I peruse the sh**
sh**heads who would wildly "palooze" is mixed
So wild style is excuses sh**
I'd rather die free and broke than rich and enslaved
Padded nights pleas and jokes men rich in a daze
Smother the streets... homeless... covered in grease
Huggin the streets suddenly heaped
Like I'm sullen up
Sweet
Smugglin?
Sweet
Chug in a Suite
40 from Mullen to wheat I be fallen in deep
Pa** it