blossom, blood
I fell face first
From the beak of a bird
Felt the wind on my skin
OGs telling me
Repeat what you heard
"Imma God and my flesh
Is not a facade"
This is not a mirage
Pretty bitch giving my dick
A massage
Pitch the vanity
Straight to the curb
Landed
Brushed the dust off
Then crumbled some herb
Branded
A nigga
From my last breath
To my first words
Praying to my old earth
Understanding that I had to
Grow old first
Feeling 15
In Shively moving kosher
With my niggas
Handling bread
Like a toaster
Nah
But we was really broke though
That Za and anxiety
Got me in a chokehold
Find me somewhere
By the water with a throat goat
Babies on her face
Damn why I you gotta showboat
Spoke it into the world
I like my energy vocal
Finna pole vault
Then blow smoke
Watch the ruby glow
Stovetop heat
You know he's probably
In his hat
With a little self knowledge
I know he's probably
In his bag
Stop
And picture that
Picture me pouring
Some liquor
For the lost homies
We'll do anything
To get them back
Picture me rolling
Picture me
Pushing me a Jag
Picture me chosen
But showing every
Vice I have
Picture a house
Picture a home
Now picture me broken
Picture me strong
Picture me here
Now picture me gone
From the beak of a bird
Felt the wind on my skin
OGs telling me
Repeat what you heard
"Imma God and my flesh
Is not a facade"
This is not a mirage
Pretty bitch giving my dick
A massage
Pitch the vanity
Straight to the curb
Landed
Brushed the dust off
Then crumbled some herb
Branded
A nigga
From my last breath
To my first words
Praying to my old earth
Understanding that I had to
Grow old first
Feeling 15
In Shively moving kosher
With my niggas
Handling bread
Like a toaster
Nah
But we was really broke though
That Za and anxiety
Got me in a chokehold
Find me somewhere
By the water with a throat goat
Babies on her face
Damn why I you gotta showboat
Spoke it into the world
I like my energy vocal
Finna pole vault
Then blow smoke
Watch the ruby glow
Stovetop heat
You know he's probably
In his hat
With a little self knowledge
I know he's probably
In his bag
Stop
And picture that
Picture me pouring
Some liquor
For the lost homies
We'll do anything
To get them back
Picture me rolling
Picture me
Pushing me a Jag
Picture me chosen
But showing every
Vice I have
Picture a house
Picture a home
Now picture me broken
Picture me strong
Picture me here
Now picture me gone
Credits
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