Nostalgia

Old vibes nostalgia got me frozen met you in a past life we cooked flows like cauldron. From the concrete to the locust sippin henny and I’m floating. Venomous team I been flying kites since 17 10 years I been spittin and it’s evident that I’m shelling it like the beach. On fleek when I kick it widda team. We gettin lean I wake up without a dream. Sky is limit so we get high like an 8th of green. Pushin P that’s a Purpose hoppin on a beat going in like curfews. Never serve food ima stern dude licked offa henny prolly burn zoots. I said I’m good with the words too billing herb as I swerve through. Acting hard like a werther too you ain’t original kickin up dust in the cut is subliminal. Furthermore I got the weed and the sippy cup rock up to the studio forgot my pen. I ain’t aim to write in the stu anyway it’s five fingers of death bro I kill the mic seven ways. Fairly blazed. Sippin on a maggy I’m that winner street baghead