Middle of the Yard

Steady hand I pray the lord direct the drum sound

Deadly hand I pray the lord direct me

Assalam alaikum ho I’m going pop now

Bitch i like money too I’m tryna pop now

Traded my ego for a bag of ones I’m showing buns now

I need a thousand blue faces like exomoon pandora

don’t you question me, a hundred **** you could text on quora

Jesus wept and he might weep again

Look how far we came

Pendulum dun swung in many ways

I aint slepp since may

Tryna tell us we aint dying great

Bitch im on your page if you talking grey

I’m locked in

I aint found the time to pray I’m locked in

A good two cents been worth a thousand dollars

A good two cents aint worth a damn thing, you see the shit they charge for water?

mouth thin we taking ours or others

Giving daughters shit to hide from fathers

Raised the banner too long my hand hurt

Iyana paja abacha better than rams’ work

These days cant help but think of love different

You cant fail too hard that you cant fail again long as your heart in it

She took my heart and set alarms in it

That shit could start singing

Ups and downs we might not know it when we start winning

Trying to dip like let me!

Had to make my own

Sorry i ditched the Semis so I don’t cry like britney

It’s way off shore

In residentials doing maintenance tours

I had known before

Right before the kingdom come

So don’t pay my eyes I don seen it all

Catch mi cruise now the pain posh

Shunned that man, did him like croft

Toked much still not nuff nuff

New sound had to infuse the dub

New gyal so I had to see her off

Then ditched her like i wanted her to rot

Guess you’re not familiar with this rub

Cold world so I took your bitch

Cold world but you need the slips

Told her let’s make a mil’ of your insecurities

Now she’s rich off our rift

Mysterious like I came here before

Hideous so I made a memoir

Back to real life

Jet lagged from the many trips

I’m still not done with the tour

So dense i had to hit it once more

At last what goes round will hit you like a furlough

I got my **** back like an encore

So dont play me if you really want more

What a stitch?

The game is rigged

So stay silent till you get to your seat

Then tell em ‘fuck you’ and then take your bag and dip

Inside life

Holding back from plenty habits

Moving through with bare passes

Hands on but no tamperings