why why is it plight or survival don't forget we par primal that advice gotta find you stay with it
even if you flat broke even if you love smoke even if they all laughing but you don't hear
the joke it's the anti-high fly no hands disconnect the wi-fi no chance bro i'm in
need of a retreat i'm in such a high low never found it in the streets i swear it's been a year
but maybe it's been a week am i broken or complete all i see is two feet i don't listen to him i
don't scroll down different peeps come and go yeah i know now i'm in my own lane i'm yelling ole i'm
not slowing down i don't listen to him i don't scroll down different peeps come and go yeah i
know now i'm in my own lane i'm yelling ole never slowing down which side of defense which
tends to go stress lying i'm obsessed on the back row going too fast to forget let the hands go just
a tad slow and you're dead but i'm back now i'm emerging from the background i don't give a *
if they clap because the tap move forceful cup in the glass house you better throw something back
now chill out i talk a lot of * because your boy nearly three oh the curse stays strong because
i call myself neo rock by myself all day no people
i really had to throw my phone now just to feel like me motherfucker * ain't changed and your
voice still crazy i realize the apps double tap keep me lazy and what the rich do with their time
don't faze me so i don't listen to him i don't scroll down different people come and go yeah i
know now i'm in my own lane i'm yelling ole i won't slow down i don't listen to him i don't
scroll down different people come and go yeah i know now i'm in my own lane i'm yelling ole i
don't listen to him i don't scroll down i don't listen to him i don't scroll
down i never slowing down i never slowing down i never slowing down i never slowed down
don't forget it
um
I'm trying to get it down pat, got my homies up the front
Two chill on they phone, one chat with a blunt in his hand
And a plan on his mind, don't nobody understand
But we nod and we chill and we roll like a fam
Cause it's guilt from my own that we own
And I'm packed, no we don't, that's a joke
I put clues on my raps, I just wait for these fools to go run
That's your back, put the pressure, I feel like I need to distract
In the form of affection, it forms a perfection
A time that I spend far away from reactions
To shatter the pack, * that, I'm relaxing
Let me see it change, you can tell by my accent
I had to rhyme for them, it's prime time
Sorry if they all lie to you
I had to bring it right back to how I do it
I had to go and put the fire in them
Mmm, mmm, mmm