Like, hold up
I been living good
But somehow all my thoughts
Ain't the way they should be
Said, roll one
Prady got the woods
Ain't thinking about right now
Man I'm thinking about what could be
If you ain't speaking money
Keep me out the conversation
I ain't come in here with patience
I came in with two suitcases
That I'm filling to the brim
Then I load it in my spaceship
Then I'm ducking from this planet
Cause you bitches sounding basic
Twenty two in twenty twenty
Talking vision, I got plenty
Don't drink henny, I drink juice
Licking pennies for a taste
Of the dollar
I'm not a scholar or baller
And I ain't come from the squalor
But I ponder what's yonder
Beyond here, beyond the beat
Sheet, pen, pad, man
Its mundane on Sundays
When Monday to Friday grand
They choosing it by they hand
I'm snoozing the life they have
Abusing the shit I'm on
To spit out a rhyme they need
Love is a dying breed
I'm hoping they hearing me
But they rather die in greed
Bathe in anxieties
I pave my path to my goal
With a half of my soul
And the rest in the hands of my girl
That's my world
Hol up, skrrt, road bump
Whats the hold up
Sobriety is no fun
So I crush and roll up
Bengalurus Finest, win and never settle
Make the beat go psycho, and I call it- instrumental
My teacher told me- better get your degree
And I said I don't need that cuz knowledge is free
But we never learn, cuz everyone acting ignorant
When the the world burn, tell me really who is innocent
Dont be satisfied by being the baddest guy
Take your mask off homie thats a bad disguise
Memento mori, the story so I- carpe diem
Come and see him, turn the streets into Coliseum