We bring the flows out

‘Lando where it goes down

Got em on they toes now

They said they miss my old style

Feeling like, yeah, yeah, yeah

We bring the flows out

‘Lando where it goes down

Got em on they toes now

They said they miss my old style

Feeling like the gold child

Probably cuz my bro proud

Ripping out my soul, how?

Bitch I brought my own crowd

Finally on my own now

Broken but ain't broke down

Find me on my first to be my favorite cuz I'm grown now

Sanity my Saint Laurents, hope YSL don't choke

I diagnose myself insomniac at home so I can cope

These motherfuckers man

They always say I won’t be everything I say I can

And then get mad cuz I’m exactly who I say I am

The morning's hot, I fried the pan

To cause a Pandemonium

They can’t keep up or understand

Sip Stella on my podium

I can’t really do this on my own (Yeah)

All it takes for me to find my home (Woah)

Find myself surrounded by a zone (Where)

Where everybody’s soul is fully sown (Woah)

I’ll be the chosen part

I peeped ya game when I took my shot in the dark

Was blinded by it, but sort of provided by, when I taught

There was more to find in a pause, so I told her break from the start

There’s no point in pointing these shards through my circle, irking a spark to react

I step back, cross faded to black

See these memories is attached to some fallen pieces perhaps

And I’m asking you not kneel, for the strength of the broken glass

Is enough to cut us in half, and my heart is already that so adapt

Is what I told em, searching for time to breathe

Urgent are mine for a certain purpose, burning my reeds Personally, I suggest you turn to the tree

Which posses answer you’ll be

In these broken portions of dreams, a distorted notion

That all of us come together to grieve

But I’d rather die on my toes, so my foe don’t catch me on knees

I ain’t photogenic

But soon as I snap it’s something to see they froze

When I’m in the matrices, I take my time to pose

Better get to know me well, I’ll be around for sure

Would say there’s more, but you know how the story goes

It’s a constant cycle for most, but I learned this life on my own

And there’s no turning back for me, let the cranium blow

Every nook and cranny, from mammy to Pappy, pass me the dro While a shorty lean on my shoulder, to tell me that I’m the goat

And they know that summer time, turn to winter quick in the O

When the gawd is ready for mo’

It’s a blessing just to behold, you know?

I can’t really do this on my own (Yeah)

All it takes for me to find my home (Woah)

Find myself surrounded by a zone (Where)

Where everybody’s soul is fully sown (Woah)