Forbidden Flow

I been on neuroleptic's
To accept the message and learn the lesson for a better exist
Now I'm in Ascension
With a higher dimension
My lost for tension
Take a picture with a Polaroid, perfect mixture
Need a flow to match the style
Fuck court for a different trial
Diameter off by a couple miles
Your acts are vial, lacking on survival
Check the miles
Hit you in the spleen
Jumped off the porch at sixteen
Then it became a routine
Opened my eyes to different things
Senses became very keen
On the lean, off the beam
Banish the blood
Scheme for the skama

OD off the cut
he gon meet the Yama
Not even for a fucking comma
I became a Mack dosha
Trafficking her to Russia
Always Got to make a Dolla
Ama asura, (Uhsoora)
I can assure ya
Pursue me ama terrorist, Coming for the predicate

The way I move is acrobatics with them knickknacks
Double it, bringing right back
We making profits
Lining up from deposits
Making bomb threats (Yeah)
Got OG'S who are convicts
They teach better than false prophets
Got up the antics
Use the same tactics
To cause a rampage
I'm more graphic than the Catholics on a weekday
We pray for a better day
You gon need health care when we leave you on the freeway,

There out of bounds
two accounts one for the connect, other for the hounds
Manifest the, bread, abundance amount
Something big I love to count
They throwing fits for a couple sticks
They say it ain't fair, they not running licks
Been talking with pistolas
They act like they know us
Bleed the color red like crayola
Numb the pain with a purple soda
Sell more than what I do for a pour up
Getting bread but she showing lust
You heard of me you heard of us
Got the package filled with angel dust
Lack the trust pray the spirit
Plug ins with the loud. It's the teen spirit
Triumph an alliance
Wired off the finest
Shawty's cutting up the brick (Yeah)

Calling my rollas, imported Coming from Guatemala
pulling up in my impala
With illegal sticks

Banging with the clique
Bringing conflict into the mix
Shoot the eyes just like an eclipse
Get the receipts for the measurement's
Walking into towns with them Benjamin's
And they friends of me. Got it from past presidents

Unlock the level, we set
Me and God put a couple bets
Cause I lost gave him a couple threats
Puffing cigarettes
So I bought him a corvette we making moves in the projects, he's my accomplice
And it's complex with these bitches showing context
With no dress



Credits
Writer(s): Andreas Cuanas Quintero
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