Martin Sky - Void lyrics

Holly hub sykes, dusting ashes off my denim Bucket hat up on my cranium, blaming them for the alien Made it, categories, spit is sicker than they is Microphone checking and hoping you n***as playing Never free us, only factual, I meant normal Getting recognition from saying absolutely nothing In the sinner's bu*t I'm only resting when I'm considered the best And that will probably be tomorrow, understand it, let it settle in A toast for them guys, blunts for the brides ' ahead of the laws That you placed upon a rapper that be spitting on some other sh** Talking tone about a revolution, I'm the head of it Turn into a literal animal with the pen in hand Energy, yeah, I'm finna speaking in span so I don't give a damn Ozone on my window pane, n***a I'm in the clouds, I be soaring through the distance, man sponsored links Boy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in it Crowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get it Rolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my system And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping Boy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in it Crowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get it Rolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my system And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping Simplicity is bitter sweet, look at it bitterly I'm pondering on cinnamon sticks and rap wizardry Pause at the end of the equation we just tryna solve Yeah, ain't tryna wait but n***as wanna stall And get put off 'cause I ain't really trying to wait on y'all Take the bait and pray it ain't no hook inside your f**ing jaw Type on my problem, never going back, no Bar 24, there's clothes and some sh** on that now I be from the city where you lack and get on up No, I ain't k**ing but all of my n***as give no f**s Please don't be no stain, everybody tryna come up I'mma be cooler with my homies, blowing ozone until the sun's up Boy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in it Crowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get it Rolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my system And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping Boy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in it Crowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get it Rolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my system And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping