Invitation

Listen when I scribble with this pen on the paper 8 cups heading to 9 chokin on vapors Tell the truth, when I’m in the booth Hit the pavement, mentally taking bullets When you speaking false statements Lane change, time to rearrange all arangements Make a mainstream song and get up out the basement That underground styling is promising as you thought I can see the disappointment I’m hearing it when you talk But I could give a fuck if you accept me I stopped giving a fuck and that’s when I became the best me With a couple blunts and start rollin a confetti Cause I gotta get away from all these demons tryina stress me And I rather be, different than a simple ass rapper With a passion for black and milds and gun sounds The sun’s making out with the horizon The blunt's to the roach and I just finished writing They hold cups, all we do is roll up Don’t come approach us, cause we known to go nuts Underground raps, mumified like king tut Your beats suck, you’re back to the lab, get your loots up No beats for sale, niggas get the cold shoulder Been a minute since I wrote a whole verse sober Lucky charms rolling up a four leaf clover While you smoking squares tryina be the poser on the poster Headshot, reminisce the bed rock It’s dead sky flow weight over your dormant heads Nah, when I get to spitting, it’s dissipating on the canvas School of dope rhyming, I’m the fliest on the campus Cancer to the youth, ain’t got an answer for everything I’m clowning every clown that lies around with the heavy bleed I’m so experienced with lyrics, I could whisper every sentence And the death could still feel it