I'm prepping for track providing u wit a five hour and a coffee, with prayers u don't exhaust of me rather renounce as me as lofty, like bougsey whore, stuck in a circle jerk tryna avoid da bukkake I'm shaking these Willy's up off me flow a lil off key like capital revenue of a dope king, addressing da mic, not the one in the booth but the one that's reflecting in lights, cause I'm sparring wit'em kinda feeling like Spartacus fight love like I spar to kiss but if I love to lust, then I guess it's rather essential that I hate love or so's the logic, looking hella proper popping on a project hoping u are prepping for da product, take a whiff if u will, no problem, tippy tie over tippy tay be it every eye laid all precipitate, when I call on the Paul bearers to carry me to da cave, bury me with some, glitter and glisten pictures of bitches as liquor pitchers pour into scriptures of my God, life was licorice fixed it then back to flickted, lifted position birds be flipping to all y'all, Yogi bearing the burden of lost cause, truth can't be found at all cause u false, Holocaust all y'all til da day I fall fall back holler that right next to base lives, shell casings gang signs and shell toes superficial niggas and well known, street corner athletes who made pro, on da track team, where da track meet, coaches orders or dat ass beat, like 15s thru dat back seat, be a mute tongue or give your last speech
Cause when fire flies by its best that your eyes, not see it, cause when the fire flies and u speak, u become its meaning, all I know is that I'm calling out to all, that Autumn ain't the only way to fall, u fall