Uhhh
It's like putting shit back together cause it's out of alignment
Plans of retirement from the status of my environment
The lack of skills we acquiring
The level of interest is uninspiring
Not like rap is dying but most def metamorphising
Into something else
But nothing in the heart is ever felt
Shit is all tiring
Wack metaphors that they all buying in
I guess the form of admiration is spiraling
Yea
I don't have to phone home I'm dialed in
Miles in
Peyote trippin off the highest zen
Calm lying in
The storms wild winds now watch how I ascend
The future pirating
They'll artifact this phone in a cryogen
I'm super official
You superficial plated beef in a lions den
I am in
The highest grade of men in the grade of thinking
What the f*ck was you thinking
Me drinking and children bringing
Would have me sinking
And falling off
Cheers
Bottomless cocktail Molotov
Young me thought I knew a nigga until the older me was lost
I been two tired and now my motors crossed
And now you think you deserve it all because you know the boss
Hmm
Holding off on niggas
Cause I dont f*ck with pussy when the odors off
I'm fully focused now that I know the sauce
Ya life's a runway and it seems you need to show it off
You think you real until you face to face with
All your flaws
Traumatic shit and all our parents played us all
Fake as f*ck
Years I had my brain in fog
And now I'm writing wit lighten bolts scribbling with the
Reign of god
Pushing pain across
Zues flow
Right now I need kudos
For every bar I laid
No remorse for any bitch I slayed
Cabernet therapy for every one I saved
Evolved from old ways these days I'm at the highest form and I need my praise
