Grip, yo
Don't succumb to the waves of these graves
Sight and mind won't visit 'em
Flow over checkers, each bar's a triple decker
Fast, I travel light
My ego's trap food
Yo, one MC plus another
That's two bodies in the back of a coupe
Whole hood, need to dress down, go follow suit
Hayama with aromas, Sōma with the grit
Get cooked up in a coma, no more with the shoebox top
Maneuver like Keanu in the movies
You not wild though
You could evolve every night, nobody even notice
Wow, Coulda never noticed any type of you
What's a baseline without a proper survey
A beat with no bass
A school without class
Cans without bags in 'em
A spliff without gettin' me fast
I be diggin' into self
Mad hoes in the dirt
Earth be lookin' like my shirts
Not one shovel, I'm not the one to grovel
I'm no role model, pipes gon ride on you
My eyes go straight through my idols, true
I said, pipes gon ride on you
My eyes go straight through my idols, true
That's a fact, 1-800 ww.facts
Whoa copter
Take the what and set the what?
Call your mother
1-800-YOUR MOTHER LOVES YOU