Ay honestly this is a whole ass vibe so imma let it play out 'fore i start
I'm back in the bay riding out on this high push to start
Aight f*ck let's get started, on this art
Been in the bay for a year now
But down in daygo we go a little mission bay
Man i'm so bay area like caleborate come collaborate with me
Rip to mac dre let's stretch fabric wear out some bands with me be my family
Spent a june here wondering where larry be
Shoutouts to my boy larry he
In shanghai art residency got inspired by traditional chinese influences
Like the shit i grew up to be
Three pagodas by my feet
Had to get it inked by where i think
Crown on my head
Ornamented
It's all about the details
F*ck what they said
I got it weighing on my head
Pounds on my head, as i been, rushing through these rounds
Presidential, debate with myself
Call it my personal hell in my mind, my cell
Demons after me, devil on my shoulder, waiting for my mind to fall asleep
Satan on my door step, sitting on my door step
But i ain't gonna let him in unless he bringing in my medicine
Some hot grabba and some wraps the vitamins
Magazine the way that i be grappling with these raps
Rapping all these facts
About my life like the time that i been sacked
That's a true story
South central
Had dogs in my draws
Went to the ER pulled the needles out my arm
Got tackled by security and shipped to the farm
Manufacturing cuckoo nests
Artificial is the evidence
Fifty one fifty
Tryna be so thrifty
Watching power watching fifty
Watching on the vintage where the pac be i got a juice box
In my pack as i go out and walk..
Wish i had an elevator
As i'm grindin' on these steps like see you later you hater hits like derek jeter..
Sprained the ankle, whistle wet i break uh...
F*ck... like my ankle, shit was really fucc'd up man
Limping around, limping around town,
Walking round the city where
Is you at at this moment
Monumental like you stone henge
I'm just tryna grab a peek of you angles
Got me stretched out the way that my neck bent
Shoulder pain, back stiff
From all the weight that i'm carrying
No i don't wanna check it, ill keep it to the carry on
Have the fee in my fleece so i could cop an eighth when i touch down..
I'm in yo' city, and i'm really tryna see U bow ur temple down
Wimbleton, Templeton, or some shit like that like where the fucc U been?
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Ay honestly this is a whole ass vibe so imma let it play out 'fore i start
I'm back in the bay riding out on this high push to start
Aight f*ck let's get started, on this art
Been in the bay for a year now
But down in daygo we go a little mission bay
Man i'm so bay area like caleborate come collaborate with me
Rip to mac dre let's stretch fabric wear out some bands with me be my family
Spent a june here wondering where larry be
Shoutouts to my boy larry he
In shanghai art residency got inspired by traditional chinese influences
Like the shit i grew up to be
Three pagodas by my feet
Had to get it inked by where i think
Crown on my head
Ornamented
It's all about the details
F*ck what they said
I got it weighing on my head
Pounds on my head, as i been, rushing through these rounds
Presidential, debate with myself
Call it my personal hell in my mind, my cell
Demons after me, devil on my shoulder, waiting for my mind to fall asleep
Satan on my door step, sitting on my door step
But i ain't gonna let him in unless he bringing in my medicine
Some hot grabba and some wraps the vitamins
Magazine the way that i be grappling with these raps
Rapping all these facts
About my life like the time that i been sacked
That's a true story
South central
Had dogs in my draws
Went to the ER pulled the needles out my arm
Got tackled by security and shipped to the farm
Manufacturing cuckoo nests
Artificial is the evidence
Fifty one fifty
Tryna be so thrifty
Watching power watching fifty
Watching on the vintage where the pac be i got a juice box
In my pack as i go out and walk..
Wish i had an elevator
As i'm grindin' on these steps like see you later you hater hits like derek jeter..
Sprained the ankle, whistle wet i break uh...
F*ck... like my ankle, shit was really fucc'd up man
Limping around, limping around town,
Walking round the city where
Is you at at this moment
Monumental like you stone henge
I'm just tryna grab a peek of you angles
Got me stretched out the way that my neck bent
Shoulder pain, back stiff
From all the weight that i'm carrying
No i don't wanna check it, ill keep it to the carry on
Have the fee in my fleece so i could cop an eighth when i touch down..
I'm in yo' city, and i'm really tryna see U bow ur temple down
Wimbleton, Templeton, or some shit like that like where the fucc U been?
I'm back in the bay riding out on this high push to start
Aight f*ck let's get started, on this art
Been in the bay for a year now
But down in daygo we go a little mission bay
Man i'm so bay area like caleborate come collaborate with me
Rip to mac dre let's stretch fabric wear out some bands with me be my family
Spent a june here wondering where larry be
Shoutouts to my boy larry he
In shanghai art residency got inspired by traditional chinese influences
Like the shit i grew up to be
Three pagodas by my feet
Had to get it inked by where i think
Crown on my head
Ornamented
It's all about the details
F*ck what they said
I got it weighing on my head
Pounds on my head, as i been, rushing through these rounds
Presidential, debate with myself
Call it my personal hell in my mind, my cell
Demons after me, devil on my shoulder, waiting for my mind to fall asleep
Satan on my door step, sitting on my door step
But i ain't gonna let him in unless he bringing in my medicine
Some hot grabba and some wraps the vitamins
Magazine the way that i be grappling with these raps
Rapping all these facts
About my life like the time that i been sacked
That's a true story
South central
Had dogs in my draws
Went to the ER pulled the needles out my arm
Got tackled by security and shipped to the farm
Manufacturing cuckoo nests
Artificial is the evidence
Fifty one fifty
Tryna be so thrifty
Watching power watching fifty
Watching on the vintage where the pac be i got a juice box
In my pack as i go out and walk..
Wish i had an elevator
As i'm grindin' on these steps like see you later you hater hits like derek jeter..
Sprained the ankle, whistle wet i break uh...
F*ck... like my ankle, shit was really fucc'd up man
Limping around, limping around town,
Walking round the city where
Is you at at this moment
Monumental like you stone henge
I'm just tryna grab a peek of you angles
Got me stretched out the way that my neck bent
Shoulder pain, back stiff
From all the weight that i'm carrying
No i don't wanna check it, ill keep it to the carry on
Have the fee in my fleece so i could cop an eighth when i touch down..
I'm in yo' city, and i'm really tryna see U bow ur temple down
Wimbleton, Templeton, or some shit like that like where the fucc U been?
Writer: jack dong
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