DocChakra - 120 lyrics

[Verse 1: DocChakra] I get kilos lowkey, like i'm brothers with Thor Speed for the demons, they're feinding for more Mom raised a legend like...Afeni Shakur You're struggling for nothing, but brother what for? Searching for fortune and fashion allure Just follow your pa**ion and see what's in store These dames keep on dashing, these rocks in my chain make a fella look flashy Qb from the borough plus your daughter look nasty Not rapping too fast, but you still don't catch me I look at God and see...me Mirror images, imagine if the mirror had blemishes Would it disprove him penmanship? Or would it be a rouse to approve condemning him? An excuse used by the whose and him and thems As you peruse through my views and sentiments I choose hues of reds and blues to get intimate Cause usually those two get into it And leave you bruised, so you choose, it's ambivalent