Hi world
Yall already know who this is
So believe in me
Or i'll walk out this bitch
You can't f*cking see
This ptsd
All the non supporting me
I still hold my pistol when I sleep
Mattress in front of door
I don't snore
Quick nap
Then i'm up for more
Hauling more bushels of the corn
None this feeling norm
I used to be confused
At what I'm suppose to do
Ma said get a job
That'll help you evolve
There's things in the world
That you need to see lil g
Od'ing off my energy
Flexing when y'all around me
Only cause I'm still learning bout this being
Yall know as c.rad.b
Yeah
And if you don't know who this is
It's Mosty das madrosci
From iamu
Syco gang
C.rad.b
Iamu
You is me
Same with yo being
We all gods
Goddesses
Kings and queens in this thang
So I just hop in my coupe
They tried to change my skies
With they lies
They deep blue sea I survived
They deceiving minds
I'm up before the sun be
Ma use that energy to grow some crops
For our tummy
My god and I got a play
He not the only one in my clan
Syco land where everybody stand
Trying be the man
But y'all don't understand
We all the same thang
With different energies running through our veins
All dealing with the pains
Of what we don't understand
But i'ts yo turn go again
This iamu syco gang
Yall we just playing with the reigns
Not for long though
Yo listen
I use to tell her
Cookies and cream
Go and grab the info
From his temple
And bring it to me
We get the shipment
Bag it into grams
Sell the majority to the lambs
White pigment
Just improving me
Not my fault you being stupid with yo vision
I stated from the beginning
I was on a mission
You wanted to be sneaky dissing
I continue fishing
Till the day i'm dead
A way from me to free my soul
From everything you choose to wed
Yo
Cookies and cream
Go and grab the info
From his temple
And bring it to me
We get the shipment
Bag it into grams
Sell the majority to the lambs
White pigment
Just improving me
Not my fault you being stupid with yo vision
I stated from the beginning
I was on a mission
You wanted to be sneaky dissing
I continue fishing
Till the day i'm dead
A way from me to free my soul
From everything you choose to wed
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English
Hi world
Yall already know who this is
So believe in me
Or i'll walk out this bitch
You can't f*cking see
This ptsd
All the non supporting me
I still hold my pistol when I sleep
Mattress in front of door
I don't snore
Quick nap
Then i'm up for more
Hauling more bushels of the corn
None this feeling norm
I used to be confused
At what I'm suppose to do
Ma said get a job
That'll help you evolve
There's things in the world
That you need to see lil g
Od'ing off my energy
Flexing when y'all around me
Only cause I'm still learning bout this being
Yall know as c.rad.b
Yeah
And if you don't know who this is
It's Mosty das madrosci
From iamu
Syco gang
C.rad.b
Iamu
You is me
Same with yo being
We all gods
Goddesses
Kings and queens in this thang
So I just hop in my coupe
They tried to change my skies
With they lies
They deep blue sea I survived
They deceiving minds
I'm up before the sun be
Ma use that energy to grow some crops
For our tummy
My god and I got a play
He not the only one in my clan
Syco land where everybody stand
Trying be the man
But y'all don't understand
We all the same thang
With different energies running through our veins
All dealing with the pains
Of what we don't understand
But i'ts yo turn go again
This iamu syco gang
Yall we just playing with the reigns
Not for long though
Yo listen
I use to tell her
Cookies and cream
Go and grab the info
From his temple
And bring it to me
We get the shipment
Bag it into grams
Sell the majority to the lambs
White pigment
Just improving me
Not my fault you being stupid with yo vision
I stated from the beginning
I was on a mission
You wanted to be sneaky dissing
I continue fishing
Till the day i'm dead
A way from me to free my soul
From everything you choose to wed
Yo
Cookies and cream
Go and grab the info
From his temple
And bring it to me
We get the shipment
Bag it into grams
Sell the majority to the lambs
White pigment
Just improving me
Not my fault you being stupid with yo vision
I stated from the beginning
I was on a mission
You wanted to be sneaky dissing
I continue fishing
Till the day i'm dead
A way from me to free my soul
From everything you choose to wed
Yall already know who this is
So believe in me
Or i'll walk out this bitch
You can't f*cking see
This ptsd
All the non supporting me
I still hold my pistol when I sleep
Mattress in front of door
I don't snore
Quick nap
Then i'm up for more
Hauling more bushels of the corn
None this feeling norm
I used to be confused
At what I'm suppose to do
Ma said get a job
That'll help you evolve
There's things in the world
That you need to see lil g
Od'ing off my energy
Flexing when y'all around me
Only cause I'm still learning bout this being
Yall know as c.rad.b
Yeah
And if you don't know who this is
It's Mosty das madrosci
From iamu
Syco gang
C.rad.b
Iamu
You is me
Same with yo being
We all gods
Goddesses
Kings and queens in this thang
So I just hop in my coupe
They tried to change my skies
With they lies
They deep blue sea I survived
They deceiving minds
I'm up before the sun be
Ma use that energy to grow some crops
For our tummy
My god and I got a play
He not the only one in my clan
Syco land where everybody stand
Trying be the man
But y'all don't understand
We all the same thang
With different energies running through our veins
All dealing with the pains
Of what we don't understand
But i'ts yo turn go again
This iamu syco gang
Yall we just playing with the reigns
Not for long though
Yo listen
I use to tell her
Cookies and cream
Go and grab the info
From his temple
And bring it to me
We get the shipment
Bag it into grams
Sell the majority to the lambs
White pigment
Just improving me
Not my fault you being stupid with yo vision
I stated from the beginning
I was on a mission
You wanted to be sneaky dissing
I continue fishing
Till the day i'm dead
A way from me to free my soul
From everything you choose to wed
Yo
Cookies and cream
Go and grab the info
From his temple
And bring it to me
We get the shipment
Bag it into grams
Sell the majority to the lambs
White pigment
Just improving me
Not my fault you being stupid with yo vision
I stated from the beginning
I was on a mission
You wanted to be sneaky dissing
I continue fishing
Till the day i'm dead
A way from me to free my soul
From everything you choose to wed
Writer: Conrad Bridges
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