It’s On

Lyrics
Mind playin tricks as I rose Unfixed my mental chains, the metal stings, until you doze Villain robes, crystal rings, methamphetamine prose Supply these rappers golden globes Exercise for frozen lobes Sleeper cell poet, as the bread rise, it flows in loaves Cake, no bakery act, the shells not on my toes It's hell but still we grew out the fire, that's high hopes I'm tryna see the milky way, you cool with your block though? I'm cocky when its time to let a silverback flock go Buck at you like a bronco, til you leave like Flacco Paint colossal, cut off my left ear at the art show Home of the hit and run, hidden gun get your top blown I need a clone to find my equal My son he be my sequel I hold him in the sun like Simba on a steeple Family came from Slavery so fear ain't in my Helix people I went thru so you could feel it, Jesus Feet easle
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Credits
- Writers
- Bronze Nazareth
- Leaf Dog