I kind of draw like you're walking through the forest,
you know,
where you don't really know where you're going.
And you just start from some point
and randomly travel through the paper
until you get to a place where you finally
reach your destination.
Watch the close when they want the dope *.
They go holler goes.
Y'all follow the rainbow hopes for a pot of gold.
Can't stop.
Won't stop.
Get stoned.
Just like rock and roll rap like it name good,
but that's not what I was told.
Pray my sons grow legit.
* with Papa.
So everything must go fucker,
but just not the soul job.
Vast chain and purse snatch and mighty cones.
Give this tape to your friend.
Who's the dealer?
Got no acetone.
If you's a summertime nigga,
that's not what I condone.
Whoever on the phone,
get your back and cause it's not for long.
I'm having a drink.
And then all of a sudden,
someone says, Oh, is that?
Nowadays,
niggas snitching on a faculty.
I heard you saying like a bird in the apple tree.
Yeah, I was settled in.
This ain't no playhouse.
And when moving fast went from gangster to brown pelican.
Tattered flags on your arm.
Niggas just skin you and fill acrylic
pens with your blood red hue for pencils.
It's more selective and cost effective.
Wave.