Mad Men

If im gone by december
You could see the snow comin down like
Few could see a ghost in my town
But i know hes around
Funny how the soul can astound
A waboba to the ocean i found
To be frank wanna bounce
I aint been that high couple minutes
Fuck a made man bro im fine where im sittin
Like mad man goin ham til i get it
Yall understand man could pose candid
Im parkin im the whip you cant stand this

Dont know what the plan is
Deezy had the keys he went and handed it to me
Prolly rather fuck around and be a Man in movie
I mean im wit it either way im understandin it truly
I know im feelin bad
I know i been a mess
And i know its been my past that been holdin me to stress
But withholdin all of that
Is not somethin bouta get me fuckin forward in ya path like

I guess im really taking my time
Took it back around the bend
I gotta break for the line like
Great minds making greatness combined
I had to learn from my mistakes
So i could take it in stride
Rightt
The bag is distant to me
I been 100 direct
I dont want nothin back
I took a trip to the mecca
I hope i get my respect
They aint mess with my message
I told em bitch to the ref

Back on the same road
No more talkin bout it baby told me it was case closed
I take dabs never face foes
Enemies is prolly getin past in the grey smoke
It might sound im ungrateful
But if you just pulled it back i show what it takes bro
Know the world make mistakes tho
Im just follow thru to raise hope

I guess im really taking my time
Took it back around the bend
I gotta break for the line like
Great minds making greatness combined
I had to learn from my mistakes
So i could take it in stride
Rightt
The bag is distant to me
I been 100 direct
I dont want nothin back
I took a trip to the mecca
I hope i get my respect
They aint mess with my message
I told em bitch to the ref

And if I fall before I enter
You could feel the hope from crown
Right before they put a hole where the sounds
Cavort and swirl around
Yogi since the fro as child
I just opened third eye I'm seeing love in my town
But it's niggas in yo city that get foul
So don't be surprised if by winter he is out
Not another man down
Two stepping on the stars past the clouds
Cuz those who live forever tend to focus on the now
Sir Luci, they losing sleep over loose leaf
Assume he, turn beefing niggas to sous vide
Off top, top notch, his toupe's would give em a two piece
I banked on snipping these heirs
Since the kid ain't have shit to eat
Turned rapper's poo poo'ing into my poutin
But please don't get it twisted I ain't really into truce things
On the way up Lucy they ain't seen the shit that you seen
I told myself in the mirror, man it was was my daily routine
See it was dope dealings with no feelings and ghost children
You told business, you owe niggas with yo living
I found God through a mist of gun sparks, my soul risen
And then Floski got it cooking inside his soul kitchen
I opened the doors. I roll on the 4's, it's forza like
According to whores, who took on the course, it's Porsche ride
Half of a horse I cackle my lord, she mortified
Still a Mac off the porch now the slaps in the source
I told you guys. Gone

You could see the snow comin down like
Few could see a ghost in my town
But i know hes around
Funny how the soul can astound
A waboba to the ocean i found
To be frank wanna bounce
I aint been that high couple minutes
Fuck a made man bro im fine where im sittin
Like mad man goin ham til i get it



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Writer(s): William Migliorelli, Remy Jones
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