Falsetto

See my grandma told me bout cursing but all of the shit I been thru it just made me get worser
Addicted to cheese like a cursor just point me in any direction I take far to further
These young niggas snatching on purses
Well i put a strap in her satchel when warnings get urgent
Make stains disappear like detergent
Just hit me one time I'll upgrade you from nurse to a surgeon
Them hospital beds filled with imbeciles
Doing society favors by tryna get rid of you
Keep running, condition is critical
Bet you relapse if you get a good whiff of these chemicals
She put me on crystals and minerals, I don't condone but I say kumbaya for the genitals
I used to be evil and cynical, now I just smirk cause this cylinder taught me some angles

He known for the biscuit, Bojangles
Won't promote violence but if y'all at necks get him strangled
My mama was known as the singer
She carried notes so I picked up a pen and wrote bangers
I'm smoother than canes and them gators
Separate blues and the greens but it's still the same flavor
I got a few ties in Jamaica, serve a lil ackee and they get to acting related
Won't congratulate your belated, you had your day now I'm finna get back to degrading
I pray to god, Jesus your savior
Give you three days to recover, you resting eternally (on god)
In the summer, I be where the furnace be
In the winter, I be by the cooler (on god)
Shit I done adapted adapted adapted so long
Got hookups everywhere like computers
My bitch so smart she a tutor, and I be her student
She taught me bout passion and pleasure
All of these storms I done weathered
You think a lil rain or some sun finna crack up my leather
See this jacket was made for the road (it was made)
And my skin that was made from the soil (it was made)
See it was a time when I used to cook rice I would stir it
But eating taught me let it boil
I'm sippin that slow juice

By the time that i feel it, already reached my destination
My patterns i broke loose
Used to say I was living, when I'm just seeking a sensation
All of that losing I hope that you tanking
Must be a strategy gotta be thinking
I put all my stories bout coming up inside the attic, and staying down in the basement
Now I got leg room
When you hunting you prolly be stuck in that spot for a minute
Yo dogs getting fed soon
To eat is they nature fuck loyalty when it's survival
Them niggas you worship been in the same place, really idols
You chasing a wave I want titles
Too many jets takeoff early like Powell, bilal
Say J need a cleanup on aisle
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