When You Go

Fuck all yo feelings I be killing shit
If you good on a list I be healing shit
Went from dawning over heads to be thriller hits
Hitting all the stones just waiting for the throne
Shit now I'm in zone no bitches but they sniffing on cologne
Its word to the world and we melt off the cone

Search to destroy all the power in the globe
High up above like the satellites and drones
I guess in the end we all covered in the rose

A beamer or benz she was feeling kind of bentley
My rapping is a passion not a bank for the taking
If karma has its ways then we makin
No more feelings left in my box but she open
A world full of envy and depression cooping

Looking for the opens
Jon making potions
Game is all up and we filled with corrosive

Look I've been been seeking for an answer
Can we take the shots if we miss back to lander
Transfer
Percentage filled up and we grab some
Back to the studio my rhymes is so handsome

Nahh I guess you'll know when I go
I'm sent to make a change, I don't feel when you broke
I feel all the pressure when the nights was alone
Death was a challenge, it pushed to be grown
Waiting on the sideline I'm knocking all my prime time
A light within the flash so my powers run to crime lights
Fly with my kite line maybe in the astral

You practice all day when the talent came natural

Any change in the game? I'm tryna light propane
Last check was a pain, got a whip in my name
I was scared be vacant, I'm tryna Freddy flip this shit
Make a dream come waken

Saying "I was on top" bold claims and
I don't drop songs I raise them
Made a few L's transcend
"Man you make soul with a bounce"
Got enough to go around

When you gon make it? A soul that was placed in
Set back arrangements til arrange it, on occasion
Bro you amazing patient
You was on hold
Take a print that was blue manifest the gold
Make it go platinum

Fuck all yo feelings make your artist go phantom
Menace in a way saying crimes don't pay
It's crime to the bank when a verse hundred K

List all the options made from the crop and
Hard to bust rhymes troubles work of the lock in
Pass me the mic to the sport that we drop in
Quit cause he yapping
Grasp what you can there's a price up for knowledge

Something you know it comes back in your years
I need all the ears
Something I kickback and pay Doom in beers
Fuck all your fears, year after this and it still hit my tears
Blood through veins, human it's weird
I take on the game, so perfection is clear

I verse till I pass, work on a bed till my breath and my lungs go collapse
A youngin for bread but the love is my stash
The feeling of hope but you rather take cash

A crib for the fam, a bag for my dad
No takes from your own so don't favor back