WaZe
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
I come from African slaves
Colored bodies was natively bathed
I've been on prophecy waves
I wasn't taught I was raised
Hold back on things I'll never say
I feel that it's time that I change
Excuses are true but stay in you ingrained, and tooth up the canvas to fangs
I'd rather add plant to the base
I'd rather use chat as exchange
I'd rather subtract and replace
It's hard to breathe, I know, this a slap in the face
In 1 year I just can't be the same
I don't fear, I just rap in the rain
Can't be deer, cause my rack not a frame
Can't be deer, cause my rack not a frame
I done ate, see the napkin on plates
If I'm eating my man said the prayer
Flows Bayer, lead my head from aches
First try no prize, I'm great
Gifts lie in the eye of the patient
Roy Ayers, I ran 'em away
Serial killer left hate at the station, or the lake, or prolly' the bay
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
Aye I'm a comet
I'm high as fuck don't remind me
Such and such niggas I'm blind to
Thouxand like Fauni
On ya' head like Red Dead
Growing my dreads and my knowledge
I see lots of niggas dying by guns
Saying nigga just defile my blood
Niggas plotting, piggies spying on us
Make a nigga want to buy him 2 guns
Crib to oodles noodles, then a coffin
Only thrill from life come from robbin'
Niggas trapped in hoods, where's Robin
Long as it's packaged good, no problems
Nug' ain't no dollar shake, it's frosty
Fuck how much time it take, it's prophecy
Momma said, if you die today you got it
Can't be in these mirrors talking that nonsense
1 black dead it's hard when Yin ain't got Yang
To the mob they selling kilos with chains
Hot as sauce, but no this shit ain't a game
Cross officer get 2 cincos in May
Choice or options in the eye of a baby
One day Ye' gon get it, and so will we
'Least we talking, till we fly we ain't free
Instead of preaching message, I use my feet and I walk
Footaction clean, I stomp
Stamp it on me, boss
100 degree, it's scolding
I cop the flee from Ross
Money machine got laid off
Got what I need that's all
Network and sleep on my days off
I don't got cheese to mold
Nah, nah
I don't got cheese to mold
100 degree it's scolding
I cop the flee from Ross, aye
Yeah, I got what I need that's all
Got what I need that's all
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
I just don't know where to go, I don't lack the vision
I'm just feeling pessimistic
Think that I'm chosen, I'm looking for planets distant
Humans don't really listen
I'm doing business for jewels
Creative digits for you
I'd rather stick to my truth, fuck a limit
AP, the time is ticking
Dog
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
I come from African slaves
Colored bodies was natively bathed
I've been on prophecy waves
I wasn't taught I was raised
Hold back on things I'll never say
I feel that it's time that I change
Excuses are true but stay in you ingrained, and tooth up the canvas to fangs
I'd rather add plant to the base
I'd rather use chat as exchange
I'd rather subtract and replace
It's hard to breathe, I know, this a slap in the face
In 1 year I just can't be the same
I don't fear, I just rap in the rain
Can't be deer, cause my rack not a frame
Can't be deer, cause my rack not a frame
I done ate, see the napkin on plates
If I'm eating my man said the prayer
Flows Bayer, lead my head from aches
First try no prize, I'm great
Gifts lie in the eye of the patient
Roy Ayers, I ran 'em away
Serial killer left hate at the station, or the lake, or prolly' the bay
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
Aye I'm a comet
I'm high as fuck don't remind me
Such and such niggas I'm blind to
Thouxand like Fauni
On ya' head like Red Dead
Growing my dreads and my knowledge
I see lots of niggas dying by guns
Saying nigga just defile my blood
Niggas plotting, piggies spying on us
Make a nigga want to buy him 2 guns
Crib to oodles noodles, then a coffin
Only thrill from life come from robbin'
Niggas trapped in hoods, where's Robin
Long as it's packaged good, no problems
Nug' ain't no dollar shake, it's frosty
Fuck how much time it take, it's prophecy
Momma said, if you die today you got it
Can't be in these mirrors talking that nonsense
1 black dead it's hard when Yin ain't got Yang
To the mob they selling kilos with chains
Hot as sauce, but no this shit ain't a game
Cross officer get 2 cincos in May
Choice or options in the eye of a baby
One day Ye' gon get it, and so will we
'Least we talking, till we fly we ain't free
Instead of preaching message, I use my feet and I walk
Footaction clean, I stomp
Stamp it on me, boss
100 degree, it's scolding
I cop the flee from Ross
Money machine got laid off
Got what I need that's all
Network and sleep on my days off
I don't got cheese to mold
Nah, nah
I don't got cheese to mold
100 degree it's scolding
I cop the flee from Ross, aye
Yeah, I got what I need that's all
Got what I need that's all
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
Feel like I'm stuck in a daze, I'm blunted and hazy
Been in my brain for some days
Reprogram the WaZe
I've been farming a graveyard
I just don't know where to go, I don't lack the vision
I'm just feeling pessimistic
Think that I'm chosen, I'm looking for planets distant
Humans don't really listen
I'm doing business for jewels
Creative digits for you
I'd rather stick to my truth, fuck a limit
AP, the time is ticking
Dog
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Writer(s): Karim Williams
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