Babe Ruth

Hmm yeah yeah

I call them shots, Babe Ruth
I call them shots, Babe Ruth

Middle finger keeping some real truths
Call my shots, confront my conscious disputes

Seeing tinted windows while I'm whippin in a coup
And what's scares me is prolly what I should choose

Im diving in them divine libraries
The realest energies the ones that carry
Im tellin some tales they creative like Fairy

Okay Im hoppin in my bag
You knew this beat was gettin toe tagged

I'm never one to brag
It's just different tho when you plan the laps and see the checkered flag

I'm just racin staying patient, words are amplified
Eyes up in the sky

And that's just what I believe in, It's LBJ how I strive
Strive while I'm alive, night out in my suit and tie

Thoughts be running on overdrive
My next number ticking is 25
All a nigga know is chase it and thrive

Time on ANTMAN's quantum physics
My soul got some nanotech and it's knitted
Cuz my perception of this life gets so different

Who the fuck is you kidding
Energy drainers I be clipping

On all cylinders I been clicking
Invisible walls and my mindsets bridgin'

I'm running up the money, y'all don't need no logistics
Was never really wit it, don't think you get acquitted

Buckets in the highlight reels
N' Houdini flows they just gettin revealed

Superman shit she grabbin on my steel
Stepped out of situations that were not ideal
Got up out my feelings and Yaweh as a shield

I call them shots now like Babe Ruth
It's middle finger and I'm leaving real truths
Call my shots, confront my conscious disputes

Seeing through the tinted windows in a coup
Uh what scares me is prolly what I should choose

Prolly what I should choose
Like what it do



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Writer(s): Kc King
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