[ Featuring ATCO MC ]
The writing of my birth certificate.
Unorganized. No where to hide.
The cat sits on the mantle.
Staring as I start to write some words.
The ones I chose, and thoughts I have will bring me to a better day.
Lost in translation, a universe of itself.
Words were exchanged, the baby changes herself.
Wrapped up like the last year of school.
10 vegan tacos and a blanket cocoon.
Musically meditating my heart is on fire.
1 million dollars and I did less work than ever.
Flipping houses now. LLC is trimming blouses now.
Touring Jamaica, London, Paris now.
Ahhh sugar moon light glowww
Where no ones ever been before
Fat and happy, vegan food in the pantry.
Keep the lights on. Arthur wearing yellow, hello.
Spread, the SunButter.
My living room is cold hearted.
No visitors on the holidays.
All I need is my Dog and Keyboard.
I make music, F*ck the fame.
Living in the sewer with fewer food than losers.
Tryna build a blueprint like pantajali Yoga Sutra.
And Jazzy Jeff. Jay-Z Massacre from the tea.
Bitch, you cannot tax me...
I'm off the grid I'm Tax-Free, (WHAT)
Most say impossible, I say unstoppable.
Lesson for the brethren that still working at Taco Bell
(Roof)
They can't stop us we're too fast,
They can't stop us, they're too slow.
They can't stop us we're too fast,
They can't stop us. (Stop us, stop us...)
They can't stop us.
They can't stop us.
They can't stop us.
They can't stop us.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh. Ah.
Hit em with a brand new verse.
UH!
That shit hurt.
Left work cuz we don't work.
Hey we in reverse.
Take my ibuprofen with my salad.
Apply lotion, that's valid.
Watching the moonlight. Setting the mood right,
Firing smooth like.
Rice & Chicken. Feeling terrific, on a Saturday evening.
Brother Steven, keep believing, keep achieving.
People leaving, in a hurry. There's no reason.
Time to season. Turmeric curry.
We on top like a Maraschino cherry.
BRO I'M LAGGING.
IM LAGGING
Bro this game SUCK. SUCK.
Yes, we in reverse.
So I hit em wit a, hit em wit a, hit em wit a Beat.
Always on my feet, got em running in cleats.
Big plate, hella meat.
Call me muscle man chief.
The officer of beef.
Big Badge like police.
Sour & Sweet.
I'm running the street, running belief.
Bad for ya liver. Cold plunge, like a tongue.
Make you shiva (Shiva, shiva, shiva.)
UH!
