Black Hole Horizon (feat. Rashad Eas & B.)

Mhm, mm, mmm
I feel like travelin'
I feel like
I feel like
I feel like travelin'

I feel like travelin'
On these drums keep maneuvering
While DJ Green mixing
Sitting behind computers and
And set the tone
I take it home
Bring it back to Cam Newton
Everything returns to Carolina
Don't get confused when
We step on the scene
Looking smooth and rough
Cause we cool enough
To keep it true, no fluff
Yeah, watch me bring it back
Yeah, always B, got my back

I be rockin' with Sikey
In the booth where you find me
Ride the beat and I'm reminded
The industry, we not climbing
We keep it timeless, rewinded
We go wherever, that's right timing
I be rocking with Sikey
And in the booth is where you find me
While DJ Green in there computering
Rock with any age, can cougar it

I be rockin' with Sikey
I be coolin' like ICEEs
I be hittin' so light me
I be grounded so fine me
I be blinded, they shiny
I be dumb on the science
I be numb to the silence
I be full off the 'itis
Welcome to Rome, your Highness
I belong to Midas
My goals to go gold, so platinum
Heavy competitors
My foes, they are the lightest
My flows, the tightest
My clothes, the flyest
Tupac Amaru Shakur
West coast or Mayans
Godbody in the flesh
Go to war with Goliath
Attack on Titans
Mixing it with Green
Pull up, hit it, green release
Grooving, Stevie on the keys
Do it, Nike on my feet
I'm sorry I have crease
Cause it's hard to keep 'em clean
If you just wanted a handshake
Let me wipe off all this grease
I've been clocking in so much
That I should probably own a radar gun
All about her
Aw man, yeah, she player one
Pulling out my Yellow Card
Cause I can't be The Only One
So Appalled in feature
Ye, so you gon' have to show me some
Run it like to owe me one
I just
I just say it Stark
Synonym to that Tony son
Stride I take like thoroughbred
And you is just a pony, son
Baked and keep it crispy
While I'm living on the summer sun
Shad and B and Green
Homies, we just made another one
We just made another one
I'll remember this forever
High School with a younger love
I can never find the words
If ever wanna sum it up
Burnin' like the fifth degree
So, really must be dumb enough
Really must be dumb
Yeah, you really must be thick
Hold up, I don't mean the curve
That accentuate your hips
All my Devils painted Blue
Cause I'm cashing in my 'chips
RaShad, Coach K, I got the netting in my fist
Hold up, B wait
I can't even see straight
I pull on this leaf
So, I cease on the oui'd taste
If you wanna free base
I can hit it out the park
And if you thinkin' that we're heatin' up
Well baby, this is just a start

I be rockin' with Sikey
In the booth where you find me
Ride the beat and I'm reminded
The industry, we not climbing
We keep it timeless, rewinded