dessert for thought

dark forces

get on the level

cause you might see an iced out cross on the devil

illuminati and masons

what are we facing?

see you at the crossroad

that's vacation

shit is like fright night

get you a night light

two blunts

zeitgeist

remind me it's christ like

now niggas wanna look like women

tight pants

costume jewels

i guess their ceo might bend 'em

god bless pac

but they ain't got thug like feelings

god bless big

but they don't know the every day struggle

i keep it thorough

everywhere i'm bubbling

you bubble gum

chew you up

spit you out

nigga

cause i'm troublesome

and if they lyrical then what the fuck am i?

the maker of miracles

every couple of lines

parallel lines in my soul in my mind

make the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme

use respect

and i'm spectacular

audio fucking up your cardiovascular

lyrically spit shit

flip like a spatula

married to the game

and you just a bachelor

sp and the mouse in this bitch

and i want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch

burn you in your car and your house is the shit

don't ever say you hard if i ain't bout for the shit

it's like a never ending story

i'm here for my glory

the engines too loud

these haters can't ignore me

feeling like a legend

anyone that came before me

drug dealer

posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry

came from the crack house

back room

black out

smoke hit they lungs

make 'em ufc tap out

no plan b

it was nothin' else to map out

so we throw stones while we living in this glass house

it's been a minute so they ask where the fire went

my kitchen clean

but i still got the pilot lit

made a fortune outta fumes

my mcguiver shit

reality tv

before survivor bitch

yuuuck

put our lives on display

who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today

this rap game fickle

we ain't promised to play

the last of the greats

pay homage to me

if my past had a encore

it be like a onslaught

a lot of niggas died

it's too many to mourn for

i'm thinkin bout my youth

us as little kids

am i wrong for having thoughts bishop eddie would long for?

i got decade old wounds that are still bleeding

that chapter of my life is closed

yet y'all still read it

straight face on

pretending to feel decent

casket shopping for a loved one that is still breathing

swear that shit got in the way of summer

avoiding calendars

since all your days were numbered

laid out in the bed

can barely sit up

those were your last breaths

i was mistaking for hiccups

y'all don't get the picture

when your medicine is liquor

i'm talkin phone ringing

being too afraid to pick up

i know you in a better place and that joy is felt

i learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail

you would be proud

i'm due to be caked up

wanna make your dreams come true? gotta wake up

groupie niggas i don't see how you deal with it

broke and starving

but clinging to your meal ticket

broke hustlers debate that trash

back and forth to they vacant stash

still in all i know a few that'll make that cash

quick flip

even rex ryan ain't lose the weight that fast

y'all should treat me like royalty

last of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty

careful

that bitch shit'll rub off

me

i'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut off

long winded

be patient enough to hear 'em

i'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'em

but know before you swallow it up

food for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up