back from the 80's

i keep the blamma in the drawer with the pajamas

i keep the ammo in the bananas

i keep the standards high as the canyon

i treat the grammy's like some medallions

i treat the randoms like some companions

i treat the weed like some azelias

i got more value than i got failure

i got more flings than i got flair

i don't dream if i do not have nothing to wear

you see what i mean and that's why you stare

i know you believe

i know you beware

i know she a fiend

and this an affair

if momma a queen and poppa a bear

you run out of steam

you run out of stairs

i run in supreme

and get something rare

she run to the team and now she a player

we live on the edge

we die in the air

we sick in the head

but pockets is well

we tiptoe on eggs

we out of our shell

our vision is red

the eyes are as well

we can't pay attention

we got to pay bills

it doesn't make sense

if it's not making mills

we do not take pictures

we're not taking l's

if y'all love to listen

then i hate to tell

if you're scared to visit

then i take it there

if heaven is real

then y'all fake as hell

cut off your heels and bounce on your tail

i'm on a mission

survival is real

man

fuck how i fix it admire the repairs

i'm talking six but my mind is on twelve

poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill

even the devil advised me to chill

i told that nigga

stay out of my hair

she just want to fuck in the throne

shit get too deep and they dug up your bones

i'm sippin' that sleep and i'm smoking that gone

when you reach your peak

we gon' cut off your arms

she sniffin' that king and she mix it with kong

her clit got a ring

and my dick got a horn

this is what i call a risk and reward

we cutting it close

give the ninjas the swords

fuck what they think

man these niggas don't know us

this shit is sick and it get in your pores

and then you a corpse

and then is the morge

me

imma hustle until it's the forbes

i swore

it was no more than a chore

the house by the water

condo by the shore

i'm sure

i'm all about that manure

cooler than leather and hot as velour

i'm not the one

winning is war

i'm on the front until combat is done

and i got your tongue

stomp on it once

then smile at your young they see i'm having fun

shit don't get brazy

'til i say go brazy

run up on your haven and pop at your nasal

your baby gon take me straight down to the basement

gun to the head

she get down to the basics

no dramatization

we popping these gauges

even the neighbours gon' feel the vibrations

behind desperation

it's just in our nature

so cold-hearted

persperation turn to glaciers

ovations

better be loud and bodacious

and then imma take me a bow and be gracious

wipe the gun off with my towel

throw it in the crowd

and then take a pow at the spacious

i'm out of my mazes

i'm out of my cages

i'm out of the labels

i'm kind of escapist

i profit

i praise it

i spend it

i save it

i buy me a nation

you renting on avis

i'm in it

i sit it

i did it

you said it

you killin'

you playing

i'm friendly

i'm faded

i get way to high to get through the hiatus

you look in my eyes and my pupils dilated

i'm true to my ratings

i'm glued to my statements

i just want to dive in the pool of my payments

i'm in and outrageous

i'm rippin' out pages

you runnin' your mouth

see how quick you can chase it

and then you rephrase it

we stick to invasions

the stick is malicious

equipped with a laser

the temperature blazin

attention is raising

you smell the dead once

gotta live with the fragrance

sickness is real

the meds is too tasty

death is related

happy we made it

keeping it dirty like sanford and grady

young mula baby

i'm back from the 80s

dedication

sick shit