Gotham

No matter how you call it we all got problems
Only got couple options double cup dirty solvent
So what's popping they ain't know that we was watching
I identify a problem work my way from the bottom and I got em
Yeah shoulda known we was plotting
Shoulda knew that from the roster
When you knew me shoulda bothered
Now the new me is the topic
Topping B is not an option
Bat signal spotted this is Underworld Gotham

An I got so much trouble on my mind
No way to rewind what's gone
Way to re-write a wrong
Weighing the either ors
Wait an retry tomorrow
Look I'ma reap my rewards
Fruit of my labor know it's B-side Tailored
Sweet an sour flavors In a Taylor Gang paper
Take a plane to Jamaica twist lock with the natives
On a date with Mother Nature
She keep flirting with my neighbor
Used to hit the bootlegger knew a few moon shiners
Went and got the dreads came to work an got fired
An I have been grinding almost all my life
But I don't get tired
It's the way that I was wired momma raised me she a fighter
I been pullin' all nighters with the gang they some riders
Got luck of the Irish pot of gold I've acquired
Still got a couple priors but I hit up my supplier

No matter how you call it we all got problems
Only got couple options double cup dirty solvent
So what's popping they ain't know that we was watching
I identify a problem work my way from the bottom and I got em
Yeah shoulda known we was plotting
Shoulda knew that from the roster
When you knew me shoulda bothered
Now the new me is the topic
Topping B is not an option
Bat signal spotted this is Underworld Gotham

I'm indebted to weed vaping and vodka
For always being there through my traumas
Kept me from being a monster
At this point it's fuck the metaphors
I'm just being honest
And to say I'm drinkin' heavy
I think that's being modest
I'm only toxic cause of poison that I put in my body
And the road to gettin' clean's always sloppy
I ain't hit the gym in months
But always make a point to hit the corner store for blunts
Smokin' on my sons I treat these rappers like they runts
They tried shittin' on my life
So every day I got the runs
Cause they won't give me my ones
I can't seem to shake the feelin
Of turnin' into the villain
There's murder behind these curtains
I'm tryin' not to unveil it
They watchin' my every movement
The fans feel like surveillance
Don't think I won't be famous
Cause privacy what I cherish
Pull up too deep they gon' perish
Postin' every time I got that shit on
I'm just raisin' awareness

No matter how you call it we all got problems
Only got couple options double cup dirty solvent
So what's popping they ain't know that we was watching
I identify a problem work my way from the bottom and I got em
Yeah shoulda known we was plotting
Shoulda knew that from the roster
When you knew me shoulda bothered
Now the new me is the topic
Topping B is not an option
Bat signal spotted this is Underworld Gotham



Credits
Writer(s): Callon B Nanny
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