Baritone (Live at Radio Artifact)
It's bigger than myself. Look up in the Mirror
Spitting image of the health That I've neglected
Maintaining wealth made me selfish
Can't tame the hell I was dealt
Still I prevail out the well
Man I'm sinking in my lows
Baritone what the vibe like
Reaching for my goals
I just can't get the time right
Feeling get exposed when I roll up a dime
Where to go? Niggas clones
Trapped souls in their minds
I ain't Bryson still I'm piping till her back break
Know when you approach me though
You better have yo facts straight
Informations currency
Really though I'm stacking for a rainy day
Stash so I can make a way
Loathing in this COVID
While I'm tryna mask the pain away
Fuck it though I'm focused
I cant let the passion fade away
Yeah Roll something nigga
Yo
Cool on all the non sense
Told you we are not friends
Nigga fuck your top ten
Keep the trigger tucked on yo block
Cuz it's hot and these cops scared
Shit, We keep getting shot and it's not fair
The world would be so bleak without the color
I ain't worried bout a stream when my
People being under attack
You Cant run from The facts
This world evil boy you Better keep a gun in yo lap
Cuz you gon need it
Cold truth. Man that chain is just an old noose
Grow ya own fruits pour juice when I produce
Sip it slow fool. Feed ya mind this ain't Whole Foods
Hold what you gross. Let em know you're not the old you
All in never fold. Walk in breaking old rules
An 8th and pro tools make the flow smooth
Yeah
Spitting image of the health That I've neglected
Maintaining wealth made me selfish
Can't tame the hell I was dealt
Still I prevail out the well
Man I'm sinking in my lows
Baritone what the vibe like
Reaching for my goals
I just can't get the time right
Feeling get exposed when I roll up a dime
Where to go? Niggas clones
Trapped souls in their minds
I ain't Bryson still I'm piping till her back break
Know when you approach me though
You better have yo facts straight
Informations currency
Really though I'm stacking for a rainy day
Stash so I can make a way
Loathing in this COVID
While I'm tryna mask the pain away
Fuck it though I'm focused
I cant let the passion fade away
Yeah Roll something nigga
Yo
Cool on all the non sense
Told you we are not friends
Nigga fuck your top ten
Keep the trigger tucked on yo block
Cuz it's hot and these cops scared
Shit, We keep getting shot and it's not fair
The world would be so bleak without the color
I ain't worried bout a stream when my
People being under attack
You Cant run from The facts
This world evil boy you Better keep a gun in yo lap
Cuz you gon need it
Cold truth. Man that chain is just an old noose
Grow ya own fruits pour juice when I produce
Sip it slow fool. Feed ya mind this ain't Whole Foods
Hold what you gross. Let em know you're not the old you
All in never fold. Walk in breaking old rules
An 8th and pro tools make the flow smooth
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Burgess
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