If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger Sh*t, I can barely even trust my friends Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends I mean really why even should I try and test it socially Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience Why the f*ck you think I spent this money on surveillance While I'm on the other side of Earth without assistance Pitchin' in the night singin' "Evy goes the distance" At home the same sh*t is goin' on, I don't miss it It's a nice place to live, but I wouldn't wanna visit Never steppin' out the car or on the stage without a purpose Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses Director of these photos so the aim remains focused Hold still right there, hold still
I ain't holier than now or tryna even act superior Half the sh*t I rap about I'm speaking from experience I'm livin' at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes People get deceived, seein' gangsters dressed in surf clothes From earth where they birthin' those flows to set the world off On a wet park bench drinkin' OJ and Smirnoff I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it Never tell it how it wasn't, I only pin that harder I been tourin' constantly, so there's wear and tear value That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel Document this madness till the day I come unraveled And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskin' in the castle On some Dennis Leary Asshole, f*ck you pay me sh*t I've come too far to get jacked and and give away the vics So right about now I think it's 'bout that time That I'ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme What the f*ck
I ain't speakin' on my businesses in public when concerning deals Steppin' on stage like it's light-bulbs or turning wheels In spite a couple nights of a thousand that I didn't kill I still kept it peelin' out and steppin' up for Reverend Real Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with Nothin' is original Even under cloudy days sun is still shining Just rerouted and out of phase Lately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way California love from Diego to across the bay All across the map to every single solitary state All across the baggage claim, all across the gate Some callin' it freight how I'm carrying weight Some callin' it fate while some others remain torn Some callin' it rain cause that's when I brainstormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
