I can't sit here and wait for you to change like wind direction like Where are you headed we aim so high
I broke my neck
So much love might choke to death
And even though we broke af
Keep OG don't smoke the stress
Got a pole on me cus i know i'm blessed
Bet you didn't know till now
You fickle little pickle
She be thicker than a bizull
Forbidden fruit pick or choose
Loose yourself up in these rules
Cus we don't got none
Just get it how you got it
Blast off like a loaded shotgun
Shogun
Fear and loathing
In the open
Season
Spring is When we
Spread the meaning
Like pollen
Birds and bee shit
And she is
On the tippy top
But we ain't reached the peak yet
I do this shit from scratch
Ya'll be using presets
When Hit it from the back
I ain't racing relay
Pace it don't mistake it
For a placement with some delay
In other words
Know your worth
Choose your words wisely
Still got hella shit in the works but it works for you and me
And well make it to the top no stoppin oh yeah you will see
Death