Words are reekin
Actively reflective,
Clock bad habits quickly, check why, then sip
Cause living is to error venturing dreams,
Skate through schemes, I chase my fears out
Clocking all the tools necessary
Got to keep my growth growing steadily.
I oppose gang violence, but amused by the steady owner's violence,
The finger, the last line of defence, the pawpaw, believe the other a top goner
I'm a top gunna, oh arsenal, the ya ya, flip the script the ya ya, arsenal
Reloading my arsenal
Back to the pawpaw scheme, as I shoot that beam
Standing firm on my feet
Fingers gripping on a pen, no desert eagle to see
Just bridging my thoughts to the external
Pain done found that internal source for the flow
Painful but fear going to pay in full as I climb to a paid-in-full position
Still amused by the composure of a shooter.
Swimming in pain doing breath stroke, front crawl, homie isn't missing, target isn't doing front crawls,
Finger chose, Target ill, crawling to his next stop
Heaven or hell, I don't know what his rep card speaks
But shit, how you clipping all week,
The hustle keeps the brain so fixed
But I get it, so I chase all week,
Not the gang violence, but I present the hustle all week
I spit with the flow so heavy with the deets
And the feeling that stems from inner pain and the thrills
Stemming from inner pain and the thrills,
You know how it goes
Cheffing up
(It's game time)
Up at 4 am with that wavy talk
I said, cheffing up
(It's game time)
Up at 4 am with that wavy talk
I said Cheffing up
Cheffing up
I said, cheffing up
Check this mise en scene, man i'm mean
When pressure says, who is going see that green post dancing with the evils that leech on dreams
I'm ten toes down through the notion
My gauge on focus, hocus pocus,
I'm focused; tears whipped down my torn shorts
Stay cautious, revving in my focus
I plan and accomplish
I'm Fearful but finger in tune, ye I'm in tune
My vision is aligned. I am hunting
Pits are followed by a streak of punches
Flash style, leave them wondering
Pondering, how a nigga march with grit?
Ye I stay cool with it, kamikazi tu
Honest boo, I could do with lots of booze
But I find joy in doing all other moves
Comfortable sitting with all the fumes
The fumes, triggering all the meanest moves and grooves
Guess I find joy in the fog of war,
Lord clutching in a world unstable
How angels share space with serpents
Sinning with ease
Highs and lows make eazy peazy wins
Your pitfalls show gems with a bright light on
Re-up joyed up with the rearview, it's game time