[ Featuring Da Manye ]
Miles high, mute in the sky
So what bitch?
Got various kinds of blues that make the fiends itch
Da Manye rips Quicksilver, Da Manye walks in Marino
Called your number like Keno
Flip it back ten C notes
It gon' fold, sip some 'yak
Take your soul? I want it back
Mixin' game with the potion
Could make for daily commotion
Conflictin' fame for the hoe shit
Don't want no title, no flip
Rookie with Hall of Fame associates
Same fit, three days, I'm out the tomb Manye
Dipset, WestCoast, Blazinbuckin like Dame!
Slow it down, Imma change the pace
Triangle so small it's a rat race
Sunshine on my face
Number 40 on my back
FUBUs on and laced
40's and shorties on my lap
Got sunshine on my back
(Sounds like a good day)
Straight out the graveyard, came to the gutter
I told my, I told my grandma, I think I love her
Heart left in these streets
But love the feeling that I get when I'm weak at the knees
Ain't no recognition for the things that make me feel complete
Posted in the kitchen, lil rice no shrimp in
I got a shawty with addiction, my demons pimpin
I- I struggle with decisions, suffer existence
I got an SK with a scope, kiss, mag filled with wishes
I need a rope
I need it silver plated if I decide to f*ckin' go
I need a f*ckin' reason if I up that f*ckin' pole
F*ck that, I'm leavin, fast forward a season
Feelins' I'm keepin, fast forward a season
One day we'll go
The mountainside we hide and ain't a bitch here that I know
The castle walls surround and I'll be layin' on the floor
I'm f*ckin' geekin, don't need a reason
I'm f*ckin' geekin, don't need a reason, it's time to go
