Nigga ya lame am in pain when ma ears are hearing your Lane
Brain thinking of pain
Thinking the lion needs tamed no lien
I'm vibzin
in my sleep just dreaming
that am escaping out of that shit pit hole you know stuck on dole or a pay roll
Where you stay stalled till way old
Staying underground like mole
You a baby dear a fawn
Like the morn a yawn
at ya boring bars they bear pail literally feel like im in jail needing practice bro
short of hearing like old on phone
I'm saying
Nothing actually shit no punchline
That's you at lunchtime whens it's crunch time I've crunched rhymes now Crush mine your fucked lines ain't cumming near my mind
I know one thing though
I ain't staying still like windowsill
My raps trippple distilled
Wavy to like the vodika
like toilet I piss on ya
With a sweet tune like harmonica
Harp on at ya
Diss me Come on its bliss to me
Its Thearapy it's business to me
