Feels like I’m Aboutta have a heart attack. Globe Trotter or A Global Sat around. Sad but I’m all monotoned on microphone, smooth sound wait until I get ghilles out. You a fan but ain’t no philly. Looking like u wanna fill a plate about half of these saints full of pain we don’t wan ‘em dubbing out. Dumping Out the louder clout. Unloading We be sounding how a bic lighter sound when it gets lit an ain’t nobody round to hear the sound. Not a peep, a single Pic Got out. Now you single now. And she a lonely bitch. Itching to get proda out. So she think it ain’t evil come to finding out the shit don’t always go about the way you sought it out. The truth stuck in my brain. Really in rays, press the record now, instead of drugs I push albums out. The street isn’t dead just not making a lot of sense to get left on the read specially when you had to get down on a whole another Route. You proof read my rewrite I really doubt I ain’t gettin better now. Simple yet fill so hard to get it out. Stepping in my comfort zone that’s when homies get to falling out. Loosing track of the proudest shit I stick about till it hits deeper than lead paint chips in these bic flames like two pains so you broken in two stead of just the one you always hopping through you coming up I see it now. Sean Swain got the hottest sound. May be so but he knows he be no better now without you in his circle. It’s lyrical and theoretical just like parts it’s in pieces spit bars and they stick to hearts just like leaches. I’m reaching now. Sound sewn up in the survival of fittest. Gown stretched down to my waist I’m a whisper always so don’t get no brighter ideas then u normally use to putting out. Bitch gave me doubt that bitch pulling clout. Imma pass her off like lampshades just got new hand me downs. 💯💯🙄😍