Unhinged, Vol. 1
Yo, plans aint smooth over like butter
It's a bad habit
Only fans choose a tougher jack rabbit
My refridgerator cools down icy plaid jackets
I'm as mad as a starving maggot
Acting OJ, so, I pretend to stab it
Dab it in a little sauce
Dropping, my own ball, pause
Pop it off and toss
These city streets overgrowing with moss
From a big loss
To overthrowing the boss
Fuck shelly cross the road
She always calling the law
Aint leading nothing with short height wall
So I'm followin' the right tall
Competin' in this strongest man lifting a hollow ball
Dunk for three like lamelo ball
It's all good
I'm done producin', finished, finally
I'm deminished entirely
I'm offended of your empire lead
Don't ever invite me
(Don't forget OG)
(Don't forget OG)
Struggles and hustles, my life's intricate plot
Daily battles fought, like a warrior on the spot
In the kitchen, cooking dreams, stirring the pot
Life's recipe, a blend, never forgot
Through the city streets, where the echoes ring
Moss-covered alleys, where shadows swing
From losses so big, to the boss, I cling
Defying the odds, in this game, I'm a king
Shelly on the road, calling the law's name
But I'm rising above, playing a different game
No short walls, I'm chasing fortune and fame
Following the right tall, in this life's wild frame
Offended by empires, I forge my own lead
In the echoes of ambition, where dreams breed
So don't ever invite me to conformity's deed
I ride my own wave, where true passions feed
It's a bad habit
Only fans choose a tougher jack rabbit
My refridgerator cools down icy plaid jackets
I'm as mad as a starving maggot
Acting OJ, so, I pretend to stab it
Dab it in a little sauce
Dropping, my own ball, pause
Pop it off and toss
These city streets overgrowing with moss
From a big loss
To overthrowing the boss
Fuck shelly cross the road
She always calling the law
Aint leading nothing with short height wall
So I'm followin' the right tall
Competin' in this strongest man lifting a hollow ball
Dunk for three like lamelo ball
It's all good
I'm done producin', finished, finally
I'm deminished entirely
I'm offended of your empire lead
Don't ever invite me
(Don't forget OG)
(Don't forget OG)
Struggles and hustles, my life's intricate plot
Daily battles fought, like a warrior on the spot
In the kitchen, cooking dreams, stirring the pot
Life's recipe, a blend, never forgot
Through the city streets, where the echoes ring
Moss-covered alleys, where shadows swing
From losses so big, to the boss, I cling
Defying the odds, in this game, I'm a king
Shelly on the road, calling the law's name
But I'm rising above, playing a different game
No short walls, I'm chasing fortune and fame
Following the right tall, in this life's wild frame
Offended by empires, I forge my own lead
In the echoes of ambition, where dreams breed
So don't ever invite me to conformity's deed
I ride my own wave, where true passions feed
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Hall
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