Fasho

[Verse 1: HideandSeekZoo] Where's the mic, I got a mouthful Where's my drink, I'm feeling doubtful This is everything I vouched for Have thoughts of peaceful times I make songs about war [Verse 2: HideandSeekZoo] Thoughts swaddled up, I let it pour So, boy ain't tripping unless it's on this mic cord Got so much more to feel, life's short Wishing y'all would keep it real and thrive more Like what you really grind for Mind you, that I ain't leaving nothing untouched My life setting up, I'm in the cutch Straight rolling that dutch [Verse 3: HideandSeekZoo] One love to my people that have ever been stuck Fucking up, fuck Twitter, man just follow your gut The flow infinite My stream of conscious, sinking ships Spit dope, equivalent to flipping a brick You're hitting the lit and finding this particular shit Damn near the dopeness Zoolanders suck my dick [Verse 4: Gardeezy] 3 days left for this intro We've been gone Let the fucking rapper throw signs out the window I'm the first player Nintendo Hope that you can listen When I tell you that I get love But, I tell you that I get high A lot times, swish fight [Verse 5: Gardeezy] Fist fights and toy guns First try to avoid us Had to have a speaker Made friends with the voices Now, I'm trying find out Who that little fucking voice is Now I'm chilling with the boys, yeah Writing and rapping on beats Riding [?] streets 'Fuck police', to say the least [Verse 6: Gardeezy] I'm a giver, always been giving Gave a few chances to the unforgiven Not things for sinners Ripping bongs all along, all alone All up in my home, stuck on my phone Gardeezy making shit that you can smoke up on AKA Gardouja on the track, bitch And I'll show your girl my new fucking raps, kid