sigh

Yeah, let me start this shit with a sigh N***** thank the god that I’m high Most days and it ain’t a lie I never lived for the money Even If tomorrow I go die My ashes be numb where I lie Roll em on a fucking joint…and set it on fire These. Mental lows aren’t new for me These dark lows that make you bitches cry Yeah thank god I’m so realistic On you niggas I would have gone ballistic Yeah these raps ain’t copied My will power magestic n**** I’m the gold , you go be the digger Iq 2 decimal and bitch needs 7 figure I mean you a con so configure Yo, I’m back with the grit, let it spill from my chest,
Raw thoughts in my dome, no time for the rest.
These streets taught me pain, carved it deep in my skin,
Every scar’s a story, every loss is a win.
I pen these bars where the shadows collide,
No mask on my face, no truth left to hide.
My soul’s in the ink, let it bleed through the wire,
Light the mic like a torch, set the booth on fire. I’m dodgin’ the fake, keep my circle authentic,
My rhymes cut like blades, sharp and damn specific.
Ain’t chasin’ no clout, fuck a trend or a gimmick,
My heart’s in the rhythm, every verse is a clinic.
 That ass might hop on dicks daily But the face bitch , it takes the vigour Hoe been through expiry My dicks like… hell nah n****