ESCROW
Broke lil boy, my funds in the escrow
Never had shit never did shit
Never been shit but depressed bro
Rap so hard no puff in the chest though yo, let's go
Lend a lil hope to the heathenous nonbelievers
Make yall think I'm God or Jesus
Turn a wack track back to a smack
That's that bop you needed
I'ma leave the world right where I found it
After I kill the aristocracy
After I kill the white supremacists
After I make a meritocracy
Just like the music industry, nah
Where's your groove and energy, huh?
I ain't movin' in to meet you
'Cause I been oozin' inner peace bruh
I'm makin' moves just to pay for the bills
I'ma go lose it be back in a lil
I can go stupid if that shit appeal
Fuck it I'm lucid I'm passionate still
I took a pill, I took a pill now I'm good
I get my scrill out the mud
I'm out here killin' for what?
Noisy outside, I be under headphones
Spend my whole life runnin'
I ain't ever catch my breath though
Wonder what they writing on my headstone
I can't waste no time, cut the breaks on mine
Broke lil boy, my funds in the escrow
Never had shit never did shit
Never been shit but depressed bro
Rap so hard no puff in the chest though yo, let's go
I stay in caves and don't talk to people
Doin' shit that's like, probably legal
Like private companies, let's profit off it
Come hop up on the bandwagon, yeah
Take a seat it might take a year
Stay conceited, we'll make it there
I'm locked and loaded yeah aim to kill
This the feelin' I live for, this the passion I give for it
Just imagine my influence
In a decade yeah I'll be here for it
Spewin' my spit forward still, ain't no big ordeal
Changed by the pain by the way, oh yeah, oh yeah
Bada boom, bada bing, I'ma do a lotta things
But I ain't gon' fail, yeah
Keep this pace till my legs don't work
And my neck too sore
Yeah my desk too short
Keep yall back with the press, Lu Dort
Bringin' my best, no less, oh Lord
Noisy outside, I be under headphones
Spend my whole life runnin'
I ain't ever catch my breath though
Wonder what they writing on my headstone
I can't waste no time, cut the breaks on mine
What he willing to risk?
Stakes high might stick a fork in it
My mind is sick and torturous
My time just slips and warps in this
Can't be reality is loud as green
But I'll just keep it down, there's people 'round
I think the words don't leave my mouth
Don't peep a sound
You sleepin' sound bitch I hear the snoring
Hey, good, look, it's morning
Think I turned the corner (ninety degrees)
Music pollinating
Buzzin' bees and hornets (just let 'em sting)
Really can't complain
'Cause this is what I wanted (I need to breathe)
Grip my teeth
I need a plaque with my name on it (aye, yuh)
Ain't no alias, each track has my name on it
If I wrote it then it's honest
Lots of quotes you won't acknowledge
I got hoes up in my wallet
This is poetry not product
In my shell just like a mollusk
Only time I'm comin' out it
Never had shit never did shit
Never been shit but depressed bro
Rap so hard no puff in the chest though yo, let's go
Lend a lil hope to the heathenous nonbelievers
Make yall think I'm God or Jesus
Turn a wack track back to a smack
That's that bop you needed
I'ma leave the world right where I found it
After I kill the aristocracy
After I kill the white supremacists
After I make a meritocracy
Just like the music industry, nah
Where's your groove and energy, huh?
I ain't movin' in to meet you
'Cause I been oozin' inner peace bruh
I'm makin' moves just to pay for the bills
I'ma go lose it be back in a lil
I can go stupid if that shit appeal
Fuck it I'm lucid I'm passionate still
I took a pill, I took a pill now I'm good
I get my scrill out the mud
I'm out here killin' for what?
Noisy outside, I be under headphones
Spend my whole life runnin'
I ain't ever catch my breath though
Wonder what they writing on my headstone
I can't waste no time, cut the breaks on mine
Broke lil boy, my funds in the escrow
Never had shit never did shit
Never been shit but depressed bro
Rap so hard no puff in the chest though yo, let's go
I stay in caves and don't talk to people
Doin' shit that's like, probably legal
Like private companies, let's profit off it
Come hop up on the bandwagon, yeah
Take a seat it might take a year
Stay conceited, we'll make it there
I'm locked and loaded yeah aim to kill
This the feelin' I live for, this the passion I give for it
Just imagine my influence
In a decade yeah I'll be here for it
Spewin' my spit forward still, ain't no big ordeal
Changed by the pain by the way, oh yeah, oh yeah
Bada boom, bada bing, I'ma do a lotta things
But I ain't gon' fail, yeah
Keep this pace till my legs don't work
And my neck too sore
Yeah my desk too short
Keep yall back with the press, Lu Dort
Bringin' my best, no less, oh Lord
Noisy outside, I be under headphones
Spend my whole life runnin'
I ain't ever catch my breath though
Wonder what they writing on my headstone
I can't waste no time, cut the breaks on mine
What he willing to risk?
Stakes high might stick a fork in it
My mind is sick and torturous
My time just slips and warps in this
Can't be reality is loud as green
But I'll just keep it down, there's people 'round
I think the words don't leave my mouth
Don't peep a sound
You sleepin' sound bitch I hear the snoring
Hey, good, look, it's morning
Think I turned the corner (ninety degrees)
Music pollinating
Buzzin' bees and hornets (just let 'em sting)
Really can't complain
'Cause this is what I wanted (I need to breathe)
Grip my teeth
I need a plaque with my name on it (aye, yuh)
Ain't no alias, each track has my name on it
If I wrote it then it's honest
Lots of quotes you won't acknowledge
I got hoes up in my wallet
This is poetry not product
In my shell just like a mollusk
Only time I'm comin' out it
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Schell, Miles Evans
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