Still Here (Bowls)

This my heel turn, smoking to feel me a burn
The unspoken always come to fruition bitch
Don't be a bird
If they burn me when I die, steal the urn
Peel the whip out, and scatter my ashes around the city where I get down
That's Rochester
Round the corner where they pop hecklers
Ride specially tinted vehicles while I dodge death
Light the sess up while checking off my checklist of tasks
Bitch get ya bread up, this rap shit the reason I don't rest
Feeling vexed, the pressure points on me could never be pressed
This life a test but shit could also be the best if you make it that
This shit could also be the best if you make it that
Pay the tax what they suggest
So they could make it back
Face the facts, we all the rats, and they gon race the rats

Knowledge of self make the world unfold
But I'm still here smoking bowls on bowls on bowls
Knowledge of self make the world unfold
But I'm still here smoking bowls on bowls on bowls



Credits
Writer(s): Lync Lone
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