ODE TO THE REEFER

Ode to 404 3.00 hit a few winners in a row g on da ponies one called Ben Brody they think they know me I’m feelin like Tom Brady at the show g they raging cus they phoney. Couldn’t phone me you don’t know me get to know g so lowkey I’m underneath the floorboards in my home bumping soley shouts to my Swedish dons. Yung lean on my featured songs. Believe I’m chonged speaking dumb shit the fun thing is to stay chatty blaze skud til my brain smashed still fast like mbappe with the freestyles or the writtens still kick it like an ex pro. Youth are the future so I’m tryna speak my piece we the last free thinkers of the generation fuck I mean. I’m 27 now when I was like 12. we never had insta it was msn and PlayStation. Fuck 12. Don’t be a sheep and just cast aim don’t cascade I’m past waves believe me I could tell you bout my past ways linkin bro for a 3 for 20 and I ain’t talkin bout haze. Headin to clubs to see gastah play gassed off cake. See yoda for the green lightsaber smoking by the bus stop. See the bouncers for the sniff. They bouncing off they tits tryna gimmick me. Said I’m lookin 16 these 64s will make ya wrists bleed I’m tipsy before I’ve even started. Placebo ya mind it ain’t even lager. Dilated peoples for the next saga. I just hope they spread the right message. System tryna dead us like a headshot Anne Boleyn fuck an 8th. Ya quick lines might send ya to space never come down you should feel lucky on ya comedowns. This beat I everyday bump like a code addict eyes everyday sunk cus I smoke cabbage. Flow skatty cus the beat slap like a happy slap you know I’m chillin wid a couple happy chaps spittin til we nagasak fuck ya maggit gang I’m slanging maddest raps ya get lost like a maze I’m really blazed offa cabbage patch average raps. Magazine like comicon til they dropping like flies or a sack a taties need sabbatical Workin til ya hands bleed ain’t mathematical system tryna dead us like ya favourite rapper or actor slash actress too I wrap a zoot while a act a fool snap on beats boomerang how we bring it back like 90s rap almighty gang need my day ones to touch down or vice versa til I’m gone in the mist rep my ends cus I’m cold like the mind of a veteran spittin speech impediment it’s evident I’m not better than anybody else I’m in my lane like a 3 wheeler or a sick one touch mics never bit once. Ode to the reefer truth be told i only tripped once. Acidic rhymes in my belly I’m nicer at the deli cop a sandwich. Eat em like lunch meat subway for ya freestyles on front street creps dumb heat I stand tall Enoch showumni.