No Hands

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Lets get it

Aye

Listen

Planting seeds ain't a thing when all my green grows on me
Water from The Potter cost nothing but a blow of peace
Confidence on high, cloud nine, THC
DNA exposing what's embedded in my anatomy

I've been bred with more dope in me than dopamine
Veins be at pains, straining for stupid Ivy Leagues
Hard times, I rise, come to terms, Rest In Peace
Died to self, he on a shelf, shoutout to the Death of Me

Let's go (Aye)

Rolled the stones away
No satisfaction from the ones who rocked with me
Passion ain't been passive since the 3rd grade
I'm in short standing, with longevity

I said let's go (Aye)
Rolled the stones away
No satisfaction from the ones who rocked with me
Passion ain't been passive since the 3rd grade
I'm in short standing, with longevity

Aye



Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Bohl
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