Clarity (WLE)

{intro}

POL

Pressed on life, still on living

Sometimes see clarity leads to karma Whether it be good whether it be bad

**** just gotta still keep grinding

[1st verse]

Whoosh like OJ

You know I’m gon’ kill it

Then hop in the ride and if BC drive You know I’m gon’ Bill it

FUCK chip and rizla

I got me a backwood

cah my bud come dat good FUCK chip and rizla

I got me a fanto

Cah my bud come dumb bro

Got me feeling tapped and nice yeah suttin like [redacted] (ice*)

I’m in the bits not ends

thats cambria heights

I been workin hard

you would think this a pay off Holiday nah can never take a day off

See I looked at my plate

Two bills in my pocket mans barely ate -MAD-

And I got lil **** who

are really on steak

So tell Garçon manne got more doe I was told I can reap wot I sew

But they don’t know

what seeds I’m sewing

Give a fuck if I know

But I know dey worth growing

So it’s back to the blue come on look how I’m glowing gyaldem knowing

Big smoke blowing Showerman flowing

I’d be pissed if I were you why Cah I like my shoes

Said I’d be pissed if I were you why Cah I like my shoes

**CHORUS**

Look like I came up fresh off an AC Karma ain’t real

Cah I swear god rates me

I bop through the shadow of the valley Of death no Ls can F me

Cah all this time I swear no opp here pressed

Look like I came up fresh off a reup

Karma ain’t real

Cah I swear you need to get your P up

I bop through the shadow of the valley of death no Ls can F me Cah all this time I swear no opp here

Pressed me

[2nd VERSE]

See from born

it’s been young forlorn

Children of corn

Manne been had hands on horns from dusk till dawn

That’s hook or by crook

That’s what every man be on

But I can’t get nicked -naaaaaah-

I don’t wanna get bagged like [redacted] So I stay low like Leon

Game recognise game

I don’t know what they be on

But man still point out a peon

Real **** livin nah I’m never off key Big swoosh on me

from my head to my feet

That’s greez on greez

Real **** livin nah I’m never off brand

That’s a big fuck you From my lil right hand

See I deeped it

**** can’t do what I do fam

And I peeped it

**** only do what the can damn Technique come too wham

Tell habiba I’m sorry I’m goin on ham Hard as an uuuuh

like I came out the can

[breakdown]

**CHORUS**

Look like I came up fresh off an AC Karma ain’t real

Cah I swear god rates me

I bop through the shadow of the valley Of death no Ls can F me

Cah all this time I swear no opp here pressed

Look like I came up nice off a reup

Karma ain’t real

Cah I swear you need to get ur P up

I bop through the shadow of the valley of death no Ls can F me Cah all this time I swear no opp here

Pressed me

Sample****