Taoism
Outchea with clouds and I'm acting a fool
Poverty got that fatality move
Singing the blues and I'm rapping the blues
Dappin the blues and I'm acting em too
Too many flows in the back of my mind
Watch how I move when I'm watching the time
I be Confucius when writing the Tao
I be confusing when riding it out
Treat these girls like a project
Living in the projects
Imma make it out was a synonym for nonsense
Every single text gets a million responses
Every conversation feel like chess when we're talking
I'm just tryna lay up on her chest cause the heart has
Healing properties
Eyes to the ceiling
Poverty's a dialect
Trying not to speak it
Rest is for the weak
Death is for the weakened
I am not a Darwinist
It's survival of the fittest when you start winning
Past the clouds now my head is in the star system
Tryna make it to infinity beyond, listen
Here's the part
Money, power, respect
Til they're tryna gain clout from your death
Til you can't even tell who your friends are
Til you realize nothing is left
Talking bout
Money, power, respect
Til they're tryna gain clout from your death
Til you can't even tell who your friends are
Til you realize nothing is left
Outchea with clouds and I'm acting a fool
Poverty got that fatality move
Singing the blues and I'm rapping the blues
Dappin the blues and I'm acting em too
Too many flows in the back of my mind
Watch how I move when I'm watching the time
I be Confucius when writing the Tao
I be confusing when riding it out
Poverty got that fatality move
Singing the blues and I'm rapping the blues
Dappin the blues and I'm acting em too
Too many flows in the back of my mind
Watch how I move when I'm watching the time
I be Confucius when writing the Tao
I be confusing when riding it out
Treat these girls like a project
Living in the projects
Imma make it out was a synonym for nonsense
Every single text gets a million responses
Every conversation feel like chess when we're talking
I'm just tryna lay up on her chest cause the heart has
Healing properties
Eyes to the ceiling
Poverty's a dialect
Trying not to speak it
Rest is for the weak
Death is for the weakened
I am not a Darwinist
It's survival of the fittest when you start winning
Past the clouds now my head is in the star system
Tryna make it to infinity beyond, listen
Here's the part
Money, power, respect
Til they're tryna gain clout from your death
Til you can't even tell who your friends are
Til you realize nothing is left
Talking bout
Money, power, respect
Til they're tryna gain clout from your death
Til you can't even tell who your friends are
Til you realize nothing is left
Outchea with clouds and I'm acting a fool
Poverty got that fatality move
Singing the blues and I'm rapping the blues
Dappin the blues and I'm acting em too
Too many flows in the back of my mind
Watch how I move when I'm watching the time
I be Confucius when writing the Tao
I be confusing when riding it out
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Writer(s): Ezekiel Phiri
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