Eye Kant!

We don't even gotta fight
I don't even gotta try
Most the vices I suffice leave me weaker in the mind
I don't do it outta spite, I don't even waste the time
Cause I live a real life, rest these niggas online
We can't be friends, come from the loosest of ends
Where fake niggas pretend, we ain't seeing they hands
Sedate, weed in my plans
It's bait, feeding the fans until the speakers jam
We ain't even fam, so why you acting like you know me from a painted can?
I'm usually happy by my lonely, I don't need the spam
But loopy, passive, and unholy in the sake of glam

And we expanded, my favorite legs just hit me urgent with plans
Guess I'm putting on some pants
We'll see how it all fit like three grams
I'm in the rapping office with green man
We go attack ya coffin, and breathe in
The finest they could offer for three bands
Then tour in Dallas, Austin, to see fans
I used these powers often to feed fam
My momma son, I blossomed to Meezman
We leavin' niggas awestruck with these plans
I learned to pass the ball up for team hands
They learned the plays was drawn up for Meezman
I learned to take the awful with a grain
I yearn to make my mom look at me great
So close to taking off, and the riches await
This online life, we look at it fade
I can't



Credits
Writer(s): Umar Ramadan
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