Cartoons

Young shit talker

A wise man told me money make you live longer

Shot accomplices I'm goin fuckin bonkers

Popped my friend while I was tripping cause I thought he was a skinwalker

You need to mob up

Hakeem inside the key with that bitch

He getting locked up

Even tried to leave with a little piece on the side

Police arrived, he shot it out, and got fucking pieced in his eye

(Is he alive?)

No bitch quit asking the stupid questions

All I see in comment sections is goobers threats and reflections

This is flexing through verbosity you losing attention

So here's a picture of my middle finger leave you the method

Fuck going to the studio with sorry ass beats

Engineers only like you if you got that breesh

You suck at beatmaking

Fuck paying fees for a shitty ass mix that'll get you eight streams

Motherfucker

Only presented by the best

If it's clear I turn ya mirrors to a silhouette

Been a threat, buddy played the crib

Just to kill the meth

Told him pace in little steps replied in sense of shoulder checks

I got a lower tense level than majority of **** round me

If they found me in a space of dead men then claim me sinner by the bounty

Up a thou, mountains full of townies

Tried to amplify the mind, spread it to my colleagues but somehow the words

Turn to weapons by the army

Pardon me

My steps too big for dudes to understand

Plotted several plans for my motherland, Flipped it back to victims through the vision

Counted Son of Sam bodies in my other hand

Man I'm standing by my tree of blessings

Under tension

Trials and tribulations ain't gon stop me from my adlibs through the session

Punch me in closer to the best kin

I got a best friend, who selling bags larger than the flower budget that I just spent

On my p5, next gen, test win

Resume for the bloom

Undertone by the tunes lighter than my pops before the cancer had him winter blue

Truer to my future never focused on my true religion

Till the vision made me clearer I should pen into the system

And stop playing victim