Never Changing
My steady measurements
Of rhymes
Just like a ruler
Slight but not slick
Slight Ferris bueller
Friend to the jeweler
The architect
And when I grab the paint
Just know that I wreck
When I rock my name
My girl love how I rep
Rag and tag
Mothafuckas in the hood
My brown skin
Never stopped me from being good
Misunderstood
Often
Maybe daily
Fast life to the coffin
Get these demons off me
While she speak to me softly
When I'm on the mic
My words they might
Haunt you
One should
Never run from the facts
I learned that from my days
Lost in the
Train tracks
Backpack full of paint
Now the pain goes away
As soon as I spray
Trife life everyday
Relieving my stress
Like I'm acing a test
Like I'm lacing my vest
I won't stop till you rest in piece
Humble gold cross my neck
Never need a Jesus piece
Always work for respect
Willing to die on our feet
Than to live on our
Knees
I break a sweat before I ask please
I heard it all and give back to the needy
Still do graffiti
The streets need me
Don't believe me? Make it happen then
Writers get to asking them
How you do that right there? and so clean?
And Rock the spot CLEAN?
And get away safely?
What's it gonna take B?
I don't know lately!
By my lonely
Feeling spacey
But I've been feeling like a boss
Push the exhaust
Big grunts like Rick Ross
Still cooking all the sauces up
You can find me when the Saucers come
Until then it's
Red rum
Red rum
And move flow like water over Badson drums
You need to be smarter when that evil comes
Protect your life
Cuz you only get one
One
One
One
When it comes to painting you might know the name
And if you still don't
Then I'm the one to blame
I come from the crew that represents like the wu
And if you say who
Then it's fuck you too!
Prolific cats
Problem children
Everywhere
Find out who cares
Find out we not prepared
What's real
When you risk it all
Only to find out
Somebody let you fall?
What's the deal?
People
Talk more and work less
Then take you for worthless
I did it all once and I'll do it again
I don't pray no more
To me the price is sin
It's tiring
Dealing with these mice of men
Well say that then
These flows created in a dungeon
I miss shows so much
That I grew love sick
What's the damage?
What's the digits?
Can't hear the crickets
After i'mm done speaking
It's the move with the Badson
What were they thinking!
Of rhymes
Just like a ruler
Slight but not slick
Slight Ferris bueller
Friend to the jeweler
The architect
And when I grab the paint
Just know that I wreck
When I rock my name
My girl love how I rep
Rag and tag
Mothafuckas in the hood
My brown skin
Never stopped me from being good
Misunderstood
Often
Maybe daily
Fast life to the coffin
Get these demons off me
While she speak to me softly
When I'm on the mic
My words they might
Haunt you
One should
Never run from the facts
I learned that from my days
Lost in the
Train tracks
Backpack full of paint
Now the pain goes away
As soon as I spray
Trife life everyday
Relieving my stress
Like I'm acing a test
Like I'm lacing my vest
I won't stop till you rest in piece
Humble gold cross my neck
Never need a Jesus piece
Always work for respect
Willing to die on our feet
Than to live on our
Knees
I break a sweat before I ask please
I heard it all and give back to the needy
Still do graffiti
The streets need me
Don't believe me? Make it happen then
Writers get to asking them
How you do that right there? and so clean?
And Rock the spot CLEAN?
And get away safely?
What's it gonna take B?
I don't know lately!
By my lonely
Feeling spacey
But I've been feeling like a boss
Push the exhaust
Big grunts like Rick Ross
Still cooking all the sauces up
You can find me when the Saucers come
Until then it's
Red rum
Red rum
And move flow like water over Badson drums
You need to be smarter when that evil comes
Protect your life
Cuz you only get one
One
One
One
When it comes to painting you might know the name
And if you still don't
Then I'm the one to blame
I come from the crew that represents like the wu
And if you say who
Then it's fuck you too!
Prolific cats
Problem children
Everywhere
Find out who cares
Find out we not prepared
What's real
When you risk it all
Only to find out
Somebody let you fall?
What's the deal?
People
Talk more and work less
Then take you for worthless
I did it all once and I'll do it again
I don't pray no more
To me the price is sin
It's tiring
Dealing with these mice of men
Well say that then
These flows created in a dungeon
I miss shows so much
That I grew love sick
What's the damage?
What's the digits?
Can't hear the crickets
After i'mm done speaking
It's the move with the Badson
What were they thinking!
Credits
Writer(s): German Lara
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