THE HILLS

Lyrics

[Verse] Picasso to the pen it take time to craft a masterpiece Overheard my shows, my soul die beside my last release Nigga, I juggle thought while on this mattress And never was your fabric only bust it for the practice When you hear me aggravated that was just my minds doing This my real life and I just wrote my rhymes to it Theres no brovado, shorty ride it like a slalom The white'll hit your nose as long as hoes are right beside him So I'll just kill the bottle, and every girls a model We all indulge in sin and still we referencing the bible They wanna see me swag, and I stay up on my grizz And it only felt like yesterday that we were only kids And I read the alchemist when I took my journey to a fantasy When I'm looking to the future, and the rumours want to slander me I mack it like I'm goldie, Flashin' like a rollie I know there's sweet potential but I'm doubted by my homies We just pray for god, reassure we could until we rest our eyelids But we stay in silence when you speak on revolution Got a shorty up on the ave that hike her skirt up if you word it right Murder to the virgin, Methods cooked up like its merlin Use my magic wana blunt -- several servants Represent to full soldier soviet Rappers watered down like the liquor when the soda mix Searching through my music they don't know who Flying Lotus is Feeling like a doctor when they ask what kind of growth is this? Manifested good, my intention was to be the best Even if it took forever and I took a million steps Cause I'm talking to whomever will take no offence I take a shot of something good to keep my soul cleansed, I never flinch I hope my paper spend, we could all just play pretend While I'm looking through these aviator lense [Chorus] A mi enemies, bun up in these streets Then bun up all a mi ganja suh nuh badda seh wi dweet This is how we eat, rude bwoy dem a fleet A good vibes wi have, they put di Louis pon wi feet A mi enemies, bun up in these streets Then bun up all a mi ganja suh nuh badda seh wi dweet This is how we eat, rude bwoy dem a fleet A good vibes wi have, they put di Louis pon wi feet, pon wi feet