Concord

Aye, aye

50K for the show, with my n*ggas sellin' swag, ah

Swept me for a day, I told 'em just go cop a mag, ah

Just go cop a mag when the patience is up

Tell the demons that I'm facin' "what's up?"

And why it always seem I had the bat when the bases is touched

All this pressure on my top'll make the basement bust

Took off all those, grab the face and then fuck

Steady racin', all these thoughts, copy-pastin' in the state of this flux

Pass the boat, never facin' these blunts

The objective is to taste Frosted Flakes and then dip

To the darkness where he lay his head

Never gave a flyin' fuck what Simon said

I'm eyein' dead apes inside they space and sayin' "super, dog"

I got the blueprint, all my visions is Crippin'

Didn't see me on ya timeline, I was sippin' this Lipton

'Cause there's nothing much to talk about

Didn't see me on the blog 'cause I ain't had the time to film me whippin' cock around

I suck at talkin' now

(Fuck it)