This the first time in a minute

I've written shit off of the indica

Cuz I been bored in the crib

It's just living but feel like no point or intent

Too much feeling, I'm feeling love

Feeling like I got a chance in million to make it

I'm feeling like greatness and giving up

Feel like the fact that I fake my emotions with women a sign that I just must not feel enough Feeling tough?

Fill em up

Not talking unleaded

But dreading each moment I'm supposed to make beats

Cuz a **** be fuming just might need unleaded creatively

I been skating on E

I fucked up the flow and I got off of topic

I'm off it I fucked up the scheme of my rhyme

Maybe that's okay cuz I found my topic

It's nothing

But nothing is my life

I ain't said nothing of substance in years

Unless I'm talm bout drugs and my peers

Substance abuse

Led to subsequent fears

Of a substantial fall

Cuz you suckas is weird

**** get lonely and hop right on live

But I'm just a **** so see y'all in five

Recalibrating shit and finding my truth

If I'm being honest it don't gotta rhyme

Shit sound like chance but ion sound like no one

Cept that I roll one

On one high

Belly so tan

What's a shirt

I don't own one

My hood like my home when I go outside

That old fashioned donuts

**** this Roseland

Hunnids so low

I'm so southside

Like 808's owner

Or maybe I'm Smokepurp

A motherfucking stoner

Til I die

I'm independent

But not independant

My **** is with me

It's no intermittence

And shit if it is

Cuz my **** like tennis

They serving and winning

They deserve a pennant

It's crazy how each of them all got my back

Shit even D*xon when he know tripping

That's my brother my slime so I'm bussing back

If you fucking with him so what's up my ****

I found the girl of my dreams

In a dream so uh

I guess it's back to pimping tonight

Bald fade Mr. Clean

Middle name on me uh (Amiri)

I guess I'm dripping tonight

But I can't cry

Ain't I

Insane

Shame

Pain

Blasé

Blasé

Blasé

I say

Hate crimes

Gang signs

Waist lines

Waste time

Blasé

Blasé

Blasé

Blah

Blah blah blah

**** talk too much for my taste

Cuz I talk too much

My mouth'll prolly raise the crime rate

I can't kick it

But I'm messy out here playing mind games

It's prolly karma I ain't scored a goal

Since I could ride trains

Side thang

Got Green eyes like butter cup

Outside brown

Inside like bubble gum

Treat her like a bag

Stay in it then I

Fuck it up

Fuck it up

Run it up

Run it up

Ice cream cold

Can't feel

But I'm meant to love

Heart ain't broke

Sometimes I wish it was

Got a greater purpose

Deflecting all my level ups

Toughen up

Fucking punk

Fuck is you running from,uhhhh

I ain't said nothing of substance in years

Unless I'm talm bout drugs and my peers

Substance abuse

Led to subsequent fears

Of a substantial fall

Cuz you suckas is weird

I ain't said nothing of substance in years

Because my destiny is my biggest fear

I defer to people

Let them grab the wheel

Not sure if I'm ready

But I'm meant to steer