S T E E Z
Child of the tropics
Chastised and hidden from the divine knowledge
Baptized you while they picked your goddamn pockets
Consciously toyed with your subconscious
Treated you like inanimate objects
Targets of doctors with diabolical projects
You the plugs but CIA is the Motherfucking socket
Message still honest even if they kill our prophets
Your honor will be on the golf regardless
It don't matter if he gives you an ostrich
Felt like pressing the off switch when I got hit with that bipolar rocket
My noggin had a aura of the Auschwitz ah shit
Like the pilot fell asleep in the cockpit
I wrote Santa like I want me a stick in my stocking
Or fuck it I'll put a switch on my glocky and pop him
I try to see the life in strangers eyes as I walk by
But it's strange is the light off or am I just high
If pac was gong then I just might be ziggy
My weed sticky and birds really do wanna kick it with me
But I see shit clearly I'm lonely and I'm picky when it comes to homies
My momma prolly don't even know me
Low key I got the hammer don't make me Ginobili
You wanna fuck with me? you wanna.
Like I'm tony
Scar in yo face you filter you don't simba
I'm tired of niggas trynna be lighter like Sidika
I cyaant fuck with ignance
Cyanned goods for breakfast and lizzanch was better than the sardines for dinner
Sim Simma on the kitty I do go gorilla leave her walking like a zombie off of thriller
Slicing necks till my fingers bloody
Like I finger fucked a virgin
Some made money off white the hood Virgils
These vermin souls darker than the rooms they converge in
Fruit was eaten still blamed it on the serpent
I like when birds sing but I hate that motherfucking chirping
Churches I went to learn in became merchants and now they really do be earning
I yearn for the skill of discernment
Cuz I chase after freaks and they run rounds on me like a circus
Try to see thru their surface im trynna go past the epidermis
But its like a circuit im back where I started CURSES!
Always on the move my true home is still high-rise
Under night skies reminisce the days of our lives
I miss my crew why lie
When I die
Write on my tombstone like here lies a motherfucker who never cared about hairlines
And breast size and thick thighs
Chastised and hidden from the divine knowledge
Baptized you while they picked your goddamn pockets
Consciously toyed with your subconscious
Treated you like inanimate objects
Targets of doctors with diabolical projects
You the plugs but CIA is the Motherfucking socket
Message still honest even if they kill our prophets
Your honor will be on the golf regardless
It don't matter if he gives you an ostrich
Felt like pressing the off switch when I got hit with that bipolar rocket
My noggin had a aura of the Auschwitz ah shit
Like the pilot fell asleep in the cockpit
I wrote Santa like I want me a stick in my stocking
Or fuck it I'll put a switch on my glocky and pop him
I try to see the life in strangers eyes as I walk by
But it's strange is the light off or am I just high
If pac was gong then I just might be ziggy
My weed sticky and birds really do wanna kick it with me
But I see shit clearly I'm lonely and I'm picky when it comes to homies
My momma prolly don't even know me
Low key I got the hammer don't make me Ginobili
You wanna fuck with me? you wanna.
Like I'm tony
Scar in yo face you filter you don't simba
I'm tired of niggas trynna be lighter like Sidika
I cyaant fuck with ignance
Cyanned goods for breakfast and lizzanch was better than the sardines for dinner
Sim Simma on the kitty I do go gorilla leave her walking like a zombie off of thriller
Slicing necks till my fingers bloody
Like I finger fucked a virgin
Some made money off white the hood Virgils
These vermin souls darker than the rooms they converge in
Fruit was eaten still blamed it on the serpent
I like when birds sing but I hate that motherfucking chirping
Churches I went to learn in became merchants and now they really do be earning
I yearn for the skill of discernment
Cuz I chase after freaks and they run rounds on me like a circus
Try to see thru their surface im trynna go past the epidermis
But its like a circuit im back where I started CURSES!
Always on the move my true home is still high-rise
Under night skies reminisce the days of our lives
I miss my crew why lie
When I die
Write on my tombstone like here lies a motherfucker who never cared about hairlines
And breast size and thick thighs
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Kiprotich
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