| Lyrics | Cell phone .....
Consistently on silent
I don't really wanna hear from anybody
But my niggas for the moment
Walking on the corner of East 6th & Atonement
Finding myself closer to god
With every hand life deals
Gambling with whats fake & whats real;
Shooting dice with the devil in the flesh
Pre-meditating a robbery
I'm Fuckin' done with the co-signs
Name drops r worth the paper they get printed on
Put my vision in a frame & started puzzling the pieces that would clash so they can get along
To get a life I couldn't wait for it to come to me
I had to make one
Never hid it in a suit or in an image
The art of being me can't be replicated
Standing somewhere between my revelations & innovationYou might also like |
|---|