overdrive

The ogs say they married to the game but ima product of there generational love affair kept secret till today. Baker boy from the trailers ready for the world to stop ignoring me. you gonna hear my voice cuz I wear my heart on my sleeve. I got no friends cuz if you that close you family not gonna strut or brag like these other rappers. no I'm not strolling the block with my glock or got cappers coming after me cuz I'm that sly crafty fellow pulling all the strings from my home in the dark. which is a stark contrast cuz my soul like a supernova sending waves of celestial grace. the only race I'm in is against time and I ain't about to share the lime light cuz after a few puffs I'm a Pyschadelic poet stoaking the flames of your interpersonal rebel. while on the court I dont double dribble, I take it back and let it fly ripples fill my mind as time falls behind crippling the opposition before they get a chance. You can try to dispute this beat but o matter what feat you pull ima come back swinging full throttle dont get to rattled I aiming for the greats waiting for the chance to take my stance. At a glance I dont look like much but for all the people who've seen the dark abyess of the world I leave them in a trace. Brace for impact I'm going to keep the g code alive. From the block to highrise we all seek our own kinda rise. let me revise your understanding I'm representing the unrelenting south and all the people tired of shit talking phonies talking about Massaginistic hate filled life where the game is about maiming each other over fame,power and turf. surfs up, reload double tap, on all the people who've forgot the origins of rap. peace out ima out of your second rate trap.