Joan

I done watched the gusts from the grief

Topple towers we resided in

Learned the lesson kinda late

So no commemoration

Peeped reflection, the statistical amalgamations

It aint look right to me

But i aint really good with faces

When you young it seem satirical

The shit you facin

Then it repeat into ya 20s

Now you uncomplacent

I got peoples that I cherish

It make it complicated

Just spark the spliff, and hit the function

Now i know my placement

Anything is possible was nothin

But a threat

Fed his daddy to them creatures

Like he Boba Fett

You want vengeance little ****

You aint earn it yet

They was schoolin with them rulers

You was learnin shit

Left the party cuz the bitches

Wasnt twerkin yet

Spilled bacardi on my Rick

She tryna flirt and shit

We was geekin for some X

Like where my medicine

I was tryna thank my savior

Cause you heaven sent

**** irrelevant

Im in JW Anderson

Tryna repent for shit

That i did in the famine, yeah

Did a hour on the stage off

The sedatives

Im givin graces with these verses

Im a reverend

Im in Paris hopin that my night

Would never end

Droppin classics cause

I promised that we'd go again

I aint think that i'd be goated

Tryna flow and shit

Unapproachable, my lifestyle

Inappropriate

Tryna flip a check off the boul

Tryna straight finesse on the boul

Poppin out and flex on the boul

Three inside the chest on the boul

Devils tryna step on the boul

**** that aint no thing

For you come for this ring

Ima need you to think

For you come for this ring

Ima need you to think

For you come for this ring

Ima need you to think