Highs & Lows

[Verse 1] Super Koopa, paratrooper Spit hot shit, my mic's a pooper scooper I'm not a sneakerhead nor do I defeat the feds I spend most of my time fast asleep in bed Or out smokin' that mary til my lungs are dead Have a couple bad chicks come and meet me Gotta hope these grimey bitches don't decieve me Niggas'll bust your head over bread I write down words to be said instead I'm not tryna end up dead Not tryna be the one pumped full of lead I just chill and take bong rips like that nigga Ted I can show you a thing or two when it comes to the leaf A lot of times I use it to forget about the grief But I'm not one of them niggas who has to have it To be happy, Can't be as happy as I want because I Don't have a pappy, but I don't need one Most people have two parents but I had to delete one Betchu if I make it he'll come asking for forgiveness Like he usually does, but I ain't tryna hear the business I'm mindin' mines and hopefully he'll be mindin' his But anyway I stay on my grindin' biz Luckily I got my mom behind me in this music Get my license and be out steady cruisin' Not for a bruisin', body stay free of contusions Slippers on and I'm ridin' through the city with My homie Alex, bouta get a new pallet To continue my art, me and music will never part We gonna stick through it like a dart moving Me and all my niggas in the car grooving Pa-Pass the blunt, nigga lemme take a hit Turn the radio down for a bit, ayo Nigga hook up your phone, turn some Instrumentals on, we all start freestylin' Layin' down the fundamentals to a nice track Attracted to the cheese, yea it stay bringin' mice back But naw ain't no rats in my circle Master Splinter can't fit inside a turtle shell Make these bitches squirtle well But I ain't even gonna try at that kind of rap This the high and lows, can you vibe with that? [Hook] This the highs and lows, I designed my prose To be the opposite, not one of them niggas Who starts poppin' shit, This is life And I'm livin' it to the fullest Go to college and not end up Riddled with bullets 9 shots to the face? Ain't happenin' Cuz I know my place, not in a casket man [Verse 2] Another day more cash More beats for me to spaz On, gettin' my taz on You'd think I'm the devil The way I spit so hot, I burned the roof Of my mouth and I think I scorched a tooth When I recite rhymes you hear the truth And not the bullshit some say in the booth I've always been nervous being around cops Stems from having to had my mary dropped Too many times, fuck it, now I stay inside And write too many rhymes, cohesively bonding The words and the sounds together in the blender Usin' my intuition to bring my ideals to fruition Gaining the recognition of my peers while Overcoming my childhood fears Stage fright? Fuck that nigga I crowd surf One of these days I'mma take a trip to the beach Hopefully my old white flame can come with me Hand in hand, feet in the sand, watching the waves I remember my childhood perfectly As a kid I used to be addicted to barney And as a result, now I got loud purp But I'm not a perp, naw not ever Not tryna come off as pretentions I'm tryna show y'all I'm clever Evolvin', I'mma keep doin' it better Illumination in this forever