From the recording The Last Drive…
as u age, ur outlook on life and your perception of reality shifts as well.
just a little light as to why i do what i do.
Lyrics
Damn,
And I feel Iost faith in this shit
black surrounds me
space in the rift
I’m alone on this island
Beauty in the silence
Right before the storm get violent
Tantrums and tortures
Right before the life get gorgeous
black enterprise fly me in for a portrait
Label money burnt nigga blew it on a songstress
wasn’t even cultured
Had to get the Porsche
Alcantara upholstered
My apologies if the speed is tumultuous
Killing all day it’s a solstice
If I’m on the mic then the guns out the holsters
sporadic warning shots fa niggaz that neva popped
responded in the mirror every album was a flop
So obnoxious but it’s honest I recorded for the block
hit the marijuana it’s important that it knock
10 years later and they gunnin for the spot
This ain’t shocktop
This a couple hunnit by the drop
This is not pop
This what have em runnin in the shop
Denker Country Club
The 88 Collective
Founded by the one they disrespected
I watched em all exit
All of my exes vexed it’s too perplexing
All the sperm donors
they was blessed with quickly left them
all took the same suggestion
Less is best when
niggaz live tame domestic
Life is hectic
Even with the right perspective
I attest it’s
a struggle to not disconnect it
The music’s affected the mood uncorrected like
1:12
And I feel I lost faith in this shit
Rap shows never brought cake in this shit
I been workin real jobs just to pay for this shit
But I stayed wit this shit
To the grave wit this shit
I done moved to the south just to slave for this shit
Show my kids that they daddy really made for this shit
Life is more than a truck and some gears and a trailer
It’s more about luck than it’s fearing yo savior
The graveyard don’t discriminate
For religion sake
Betta have more than some aura, to emanate
Quick to intimidate
Slow to assimilate
Don’t be out here takin every skeezer on a dinner date
Respect the Lamborghini Urus or a Ford Taurus
I’m tryina cut the stems like a sore florist
The trip abruptly ends like a poor tourist
The ending score ain’t gon never be lower than yours is
Soundscapes gorgeous
my area of impact enormous
I’ve just been lying dormant,
it’s a swarm of informants
The loyalty is only fa the fans on some porn shit
Or some Bella Thorne shit
This the flow u brave the muthafuccin storm with
And raise yo hands to the sky like the Mormons
U made it to the other side and it’s still boring
They say up in the afterlife u gon feel torment
Or chill in paradise,
Thousand years then the storm hit
And u can live forever wit fair warning
But only if u sworn in
I never wanna live a million mornings

