Isn't there more to speak about
Than fake asses
And gangsta clout
Thought we woke up
Was watching our mouths
Seeing our souls
And killing our doubts
Baby come here
Like your style it's peak
Our connections unique
Inherit I the meek
As if ya style is chique
As if your style is pure
My hair wet when it's silk
When it's dry it's wool
When it's straight
It's long, it's white
If it's straight it's right
What I'm saying you fright
The small minds they fight
Selling souls like ice
Like it will suffice
For those tryna survive
They tying knots tighter
So much on my mind (suppose to break ties)
I'm speeding through time
Call me time machine Morty
Way I spit out my rhymes
Way I slay and I slime
Way I'm all on they mind
I just be thinking of mine
Let you see how I move
Nonstop like the grind
I am wavy and fly
There's not much you can try
Work ethic like zombie
No way I can die
You see it all in my eyes
Crystal ball fog
Like I'm reading palms
I'ma blow your mind
(I'm reading psalms)
Tried to warn you in the past
Got a lot on my mind
Had a lot on my spirit
So a lot I could find
Comfortably vulnerable
Till the end of my time