Zoned Out
Surrounded by these digits all these fucking basic bitches
Try to crowd around up in my space my drugs replacing riches
Television witness now they're getting entertainment
My constituents ain't missing so I hate to hear complaining
No one getting pardoned all you fuckers disregarded
Boutta bust up out the prison getting framed for smaller charges
Taking twenty maybe life in just a day of selling skunk
While the opposition got permission well that fucking stung
Cutting up powder I never encounter
A product of loud when my product is louder
Loading up bullets they're lacking the trust
A couple of years in the back of the bus
The person I wanna be and one I gotta be
Two different people I'm mixing the prophecy
All of my secretive demons they follow me
Pounding my skull open want a lobotomy
Rapping avoid all the work
That I'd do later but I make it first
I don't hear shit when they throw that shade
No I ain't bouta die when they load that blank
Hurting myself till the moment I drop
Curdle my blood when I'm hoping to stop
I don't like you and you don't like me
But I've done way more than you at nineteen
Can't hear a thing all the smoke's so loud
Tripping out in outer space now I'm feeling zoned out
Later I'll return to earth
When states of consciousness revert
Under all the weather but my role as an aggressor
I'm the god and token of the west they know my name as Zephyr
I don't like the faking shit so we don't ever ride together
Cause you ain't that true about it you succumbing to the pressure
I'm a loner you're a poser but I'm sensing the oppression
Running out of fucking victims and ya saw me there I'm guessing
Kick me while I'm down you say I'm but an easy target
Got a problem with addiction so I tend to be bombarded
They say they gonna make that bread
When I make my bread I'll remain content
But I don't move back when I take a step
Lemme go on top in a straight ascent
We say we're boutta change up rap
Wanna sold out show where's the paper at
Wanna move up soon like space and tab
When I say I'm the best I've been claiming that
Hanging barely I'm sedentary
Game cat and mouse like Tom & Jerry
I speak for people like an emissary
Still chosen first ain't the secondary
Buckle the belt but I've broken the clasp
The fame and the money is outta my grasp
Do I feel better when I'm writing raps
Or do I feel better when I go relapse
Can't hear a thing all the smoke's so loud
Tripping out in outer space now I'm feeling zoned out
Later I'll return to earth
When states of consciousness revert
Try to crowd around up in my space my drugs replacing riches
Television witness now they're getting entertainment
My constituents ain't missing so I hate to hear complaining
No one getting pardoned all you fuckers disregarded
Boutta bust up out the prison getting framed for smaller charges
Taking twenty maybe life in just a day of selling skunk
While the opposition got permission well that fucking stung
Cutting up powder I never encounter
A product of loud when my product is louder
Loading up bullets they're lacking the trust
A couple of years in the back of the bus
The person I wanna be and one I gotta be
Two different people I'm mixing the prophecy
All of my secretive demons they follow me
Pounding my skull open want a lobotomy
Rapping avoid all the work
That I'd do later but I make it first
I don't hear shit when they throw that shade
No I ain't bouta die when they load that blank
Hurting myself till the moment I drop
Curdle my blood when I'm hoping to stop
I don't like you and you don't like me
But I've done way more than you at nineteen
Can't hear a thing all the smoke's so loud
Tripping out in outer space now I'm feeling zoned out
Later I'll return to earth
When states of consciousness revert
Under all the weather but my role as an aggressor
I'm the god and token of the west they know my name as Zephyr
I don't like the faking shit so we don't ever ride together
Cause you ain't that true about it you succumbing to the pressure
I'm a loner you're a poser but I'm sensing the oppression
Running out of fucking victims and ya saw me there I'm guessing
Kick me while I'm down you say I'm but an easy target
Got a problem with addiction so I tend to be bombarded
They say they gonna make that bread
When I make my bread I'll remain content
But I don't move back when I take a step
Lemme go on top in a straight ascent
We say we're boutta change up rap
Wanna sold out show where's the paper at
Wanna move up soon like space and tab
When I say I'm the best I've been claiming that
Hanging barely I'm sedentary
Game cat and mouse like Tom & Jerry
I speak for people like an emissary
Still chosen first ain't the secondary
Buckle the belt but I've broken the clasp
The fame and the money is outta my grasp
Do I feel better when I'm writing raps
Or do I feel better when I go relapse
Can't hear a thing all the smoke's so loud
Tripping out in outer space now I'm feeling zoned out
Later I'll return to earth
When states of consciousness revert
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