One take

Slow mo I’m at work got somewhere to be, ya back hurts from carrying ya team. Ain’t got out sad just like my g. We like the gardeners always carrying the green. Ya sippin lean cus the back pain doesn’t ease. I chat strange ain’t that deep done this ish sixteen seventeen. Never pedal green you know it’s evident I’m shelling it like the beach. On fleek like my team ESSGEE. Always think about my family I’m back like I never left casually. Facts I speak Faculty’s infatuated widda cold night winter breeze is apparent g they want us dead or in jail it’s a casualty. devilish notes that’s why they paint em red like a scouser g. Truth be told I ain’t about the beef fakes play games get smoked like some amber leaf. Headshots like cod or Anne Boleyn I’m feelin fucked least I’m not gambling. Dopamine got me on clouds like I’m Obi wan. Ya feelin lucky on ya comedowns. I’m in the mist complete unknown how longs a piece of string I fly a kite rolling then I’m smoking one. Flowin chapters from a book wrote it as I open one. More drink as I writing on this beat dopamine I’m not on phoney shit you couldn’t phone me kid I know the myths Pegasus quick sentences that I write in my vibe wake up then I’m flying kites locked in I’m all about the mind. Stay watching for the signs all the time, she pouring wine I’m writing rhymes. 145 ima don kick bars til I’m 45 I’m counting sheep quick baaars yeah you talking lies wit ya boring story time lines yeah I fall asleep. Still counting sheep. Infatuated wit the beat grab it got a bag of bars shine like a Yamaha. Run it up you could say I got stamina Mo farah at the set so you know I ain’t no amateur. I been scribbling these bars since stan like age 12 top draw same shelf. Up the game see it vivid puzzle lyric blazed by my baked self. Still bunning on this grade weed daydreams drippy like the basin it’s blatant im skating fucked from the fumes like my neighbours. Make way for the kid paved ways for this ish very great wid dis riff kick it insane like a kick. Rather heal heel flips climbing hills wid dese rhyming skills ya poppin pills til ya blow up Nagasaki this is not a drill step outside and it’s genocide. Check da last tunes I coulda told you shit boutta pop off like a soda cup I speak a load of stuff but aint cappin can’t call my bluff. Smoking on a potent one fill a void fill ya cup bill some stuff. I wrote it like a potion don. It’s therapy poetic shit leave a legacy like footsteps in the snow. Got ya head down ain’t lookin where you go! Still ya got something for ya nose, I clocked it bookey guy can’t move with mine.