Lost Worldsss

Serge on the beat
The beat be the closest to me
Right next to my fam nd my bethren
Im passin the sixth and im rollin a Seventh
My mind formin bangers
Im telekinetic

I havent had coffee
Im still energetic
Had most of my doobie
My brain still connected
Im hungry for sessions
Still havent had breakfast
My hunger is climbing
I only get better

I feel like the highest
But under the weather
In oregons climate
Best pack an Umbrella
You mobbing to gresham
Best grip your barretta
And tighten ur firsts

I hate to harm others
It is what is
But I will defend
All my family friends
And double that
Mention my mom and my chick
You out like a splif
On god and my kids
That do not exist

Ahead of my time
Im rollin up prince
Im breaking down purple
They isnt convinced
That I been the illest
Been know how to spit
Since disney channel
George Lopez on nick
I watched it a night
Like an older kid
Around the same time
I first took a hit
Shit Burning my throat
I spark it and rip
Distinct as the taste
Thats left on my lips

Jesus Angel and I
The trio got lit
We puffing Obama while he President
My eyes got as low as rims on the Hoopti
Suspension five tuning
You heard what I said

I reek devils lettuce
My eyes turning red
My dawgies banguetti
Bitch lookin for bones
But im lookin for fetti
No time for the talk
Got no time for the petty
When im in the zone
I be steady

I mob with my brothers my sisters My homies
Since I got the gas
I be rolling up hefty
PleaseAsk me
I much rather sip on the tequila
My dawgies want liquor thats darker Than pepsi
Sheesh
Prayers to god while im working
Im tryna make sure that they never Forget me
Im making this spirtual music
Im bringing new waves
So I understand if they aint ready

I do not do this for money
But you know money come with it
I needa supplement
My bank up with chicken
Standing eight figures
I set for the minimum
So im financially stable
Get brain from an angel
I love her my curriculum
Curly hair tangled

I hit from the back
Got my cam for the angles
Sorry I talk shit
But it come out fuego
Feel like a ten outta zero
Might turn my pen into hero
And you to an angel

Deliver this message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion of mayo
Fuck you
Hitting up cali
To get me a tan and meal
Something to eat
And something to film
Malibu mountains
A drive in the hills

Blasting my music
Subs in the back im abusing
Eight O eights hitting for real
I blast my producing
Sub out the bass for some new shit
Oscillator hit for for real
Aye
Oscillator hit for for real

Blasting my music
Subs in the back im abusing
Eight O eights hitting for real
I blast my producing
Sub out the bass for some new shit
Oscillator hit for for real
Aye
Oscillator hit for for real
One two three four

Hard head like the shell toes
Rolling green thats gecko
Rolling purple thats special
Rolling sticky thats

Rolling sticky thats velcro
Make a beat turn necro
Chin up like a jail pose
Wavy feeling ima sail boat

Know I made it if my set know
My mom know
Your mom knows
Been cooking a while like pot roast
My studio oven is

My studio oven on hot broil
My goals always hit off the top post
I grew from a pot
Outta thick soil
Absorbing the sun
Im the top rose

Oh I know
I know
But sometimes
I dont
Cant lie
Part of my life that I cant go
I
Lost my world into abysses
With a misses
Feeling different
Extra spiritual

Top three spitting
Monolithic
Fully independent
What else am I in it for

I would say dont get offended
Dont be extra sensitive
Fuck all the ridicule
Do not consume all the shots
Itll be bad for your liver pool

For me to say all that I need
Itd be an hour long interval
And if I start asking you questions
It can turn into an interview
Im speaking to future dimensions
How does my grammy look
Really tho
It probably turned to an ashtray
Hahahaha why you so cyclical

Aye
Aye aye
Can you dig it