Twenty Five Eight

I'm tapped in 25/8
Verb Kravitz soon to fly away, fly away
Plenty habits tryna drive away
A sidepiece & a entree, fuck it do my way
You see these sheep, they be moving in a blind way
No mind of they own, they only do what God say
Dope boy what the block say, let the glock spray
Verb Kravitz soon to fly away, fly away

I prolly pass on the party
Roll another blunt & pass it, Nash to Amare
Brown girl let me palm her ass in a saari
Sorry I ain't sorry, this the Lower East Safari
Chance it like the lottery
Dancing like fuck it, if it gotta be it gotta be
Greet the fam properly
Verb spit the words that's known to pierce the artery
Should've never started me
Now they woke the God in me

From the trenches, got the mud on me
Ya all the same, kill the game, got the blood on me
Babygirl tryna love on me
But I ain't got no love on me

I'm tapped in 25/8
Verb Kravitz soon to fly away, fly away
Plenty habits tryna drive away
A sidepiece & a entree, fuck it do my way
You see these sheep, they be moving in a blind way
No mind of they own, they only do what God say
Dope boy what the block say, let the glock spray
Verb Kravitz soon to fly away, fly away

Another herd for the wolf to devour
Villain on the take, make a push for the power
Only fuck for sport, blaze the bush in a tower
Read the energy & write the book in a hour
My thoughts on the next chase, I'm bored with the last catch
Pass in a mad dash, they attach fast
Stash cash on these tracks, never backtrack
They half ass, get crossed by the black cat

From the trenches, got the mud on me
Ya all the same, kill the game, got the blood on me
Babygirl tryna love on me
But I ain't got no love on me

I'm tapped in 25/8
Verb Kravitz soon to fly away, fly away
Yeah, fly away, fly away
Uh, fly away, fly away



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Writer(s): Jordan Santos
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