I guess you've learned a whole heap of nothing Suppose you living with your demons, fuck it Thunder rolling with the punches that ain't touch 'em Living life without a substance
I'm rushing such a feeling with the urgency of justice All these fluctuating customs, it's all or nothing Shit get shaky as your moral compass Life is but a series of adjustments
Was ill-equipped smoking spliffs, too redundant Been there, done that Mapuche Indian and Huguenot blood in his veins but his son's black Running from it just to come back and make amends
The story bending at my will I fill a void that only some lack The beat looping with my vocal, fuck a drum track My brother from a city where they poke you like a thumb tack, nigga, Westside
And watch how you speak about the land 'cause I'm from that Fuck 'em if it's problems, primo sliding on some Rodney Mullen Flip the script, ain't sorry for who I'm becoming Me and mine winning, cheek to cheek grinning
Steel Royal Oak with the moon phase in it That's some fly shit init, this a live nigga clinic You standing on business while I float above limits You niggas sour as a lemon, squeeze down, I found my feet
It's power in the venom, can't kill me Filthy in denial, where you men is A menace to society, it's ire in his image My aim is to inspire putting out that fire in you Aim and hold the iron, let it fly and see what sin do
I'ma keep it simple, anchovies out the tin Two hundred thousand fleeting thoughts I'm choosing not to tend to I'm standing ten toes, you gotta weigh the cons when you sense pros The bloody thorn on a red roseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
