lawn chair

If it's kids on my lawn won't make me mad
I was in apartments needing a bag
Out the thick im out the mud im out the tar pits
Like the money in my hand like a auction
Star gaze im in that faze where I like to pop shit
Tropicana when that weather get the harshest
Star seed spilling juice all on my carpets
Gotta keep a couple stones from the artic

And my brother he just called me up on FaceTime
Shawty in the background said my skin pop
If I'm with you know it's real ion waste time
To real to be kind where yo spine pussy rain drop
Met my niggas in the trenches
Now we really men of business
When I'm feeling how I'm feeling
I can't even speak a sentence
I don't wake up to a quota
I be waking up to mentions
On a wave I'm all a boarding
I be switching out dimensions
I be higher then attendants
Niggas fired from my bench
Told you niggas this not friendship
Its just family in my width
I been way outside the matrix
But I Shoot like agent smith
In the cut reviewing film
Like Its way more shit to hit
I like all denominations
Can't discriminate or pick
Take your heart and they gone turn it to a meme for likes and clicks
Getting older getting bolder who gone stop me
Speak your peace
Know the feeling on yo shoulder carrying teams and carrying chips

If it's kids on my lawn won't make me mad
I was in apartments needing a bag quick
Out the thick im out the mud im out the tar pits
Like the money in my hand like auction
Star gaze im in that faze where I like to pop shit
Tropicana when that weather get harsh I just go off grid
Star seed spilling juice all on my carpet
Gotta keep a couple stones from
The artic

Eyes get lower then dreams
All electric eyes on me and rings
How they gone be mad that we identify as kings
God commandeth thee
Looking out for no one all this work can't be for free
You can see the growth across all 4 of my LP's
Surfing through Orion I'm the pioneer the lead
Gotta give your brothers all the chances to succeed
You can change the number on your jersey but not the team
Breathing from my core I can't be out here in a panic
I been in the depths I can't take nun I see for granted
Brodie came with two and look that's cool let's make a sandwich
Hoes be taken aback because my energy a hammocks
Por favor don't tell me bout yo niggas need no pamphlet
Geeking out my frame, I walked in Denny's smelling rancid
Ducking all the 1's and 2's I cannot take no chances
Building safer spaces for the kids to make they messes

If it's kids on my lawn won't make me mad
I was in apartments needing a bag
Out the thick im out the mud im out the tar pits
Like the money in my hand like a auction
Star gaze im in that faze where I like to pop shit
Tropicana when that weather get the harshest
Star seed spilling juice all on my carpets
Gotta keep a stone
Fuck it



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Writer(s): James Grace
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