B-Element - In My Zone (feat. A-Zeus & LrdBrn) Lyrics

An introverted intellect with interest in introspect
I don't do subs or indirects, gone get u caught up in a wreck
An instrumental infidel, they wont stop me up off intel
They got me locked up In a cell, ain't seen a singer since Adele
I tip the scale, then sip the ale
Don't get this tale, u flip and tell
Like quarters up in wishing wells
And this shit ain't f*cking fair
Got me gripping on her hair
No despair no care
It ain't fair I swear
They couldn't stare the stairs
That I walked and I sparked
All this pain, in my brain
And the images were plain
And no I can't complain
I just can't be at peace
Had to trip just last week
In my mind she got lease
Fortified with concrete
Why you acting all funny all day
This for real we about to snatch the food off of your plate
We coming for the thrown we 'bout to take it home
Yeah bitch i'm in my zone
Bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, and I'm coming for the thrown
Disowned what he condoned, dethrone what's on ya soul
I done grown off hiphop, I done drove through pitstops
I done combed through ziplocks, that shit gave me wrist locks
I done stroll through each block, like "I'm home in this spot"
I be blowing up in ridicule, roam with no reciprocal
Dozing off the chemicals, rolling off the cynical
And they women often jealous, cause the boy done grown and did it
And I'm ruffled with the ridges
Let it bubble then it glistens
And no more won't get specific
Just paint these words like hieroglyphics
And no more won't get specific
Paint these words like hieroglyphics
Like Crispin, no lip in
I'm bagging like Lipton
Too legit, cause I'm pissed off
I'll only quit, when the Cris pop
I run for Seneca, I'm popping Lyrica
This the lyrical, from the Biblical
In they homes, tinted clothes with the chrome assassins
And it's his own chromosome that done blurt the madness
And I, run around with the gold extensions
And I, hit 'em harder than they soul offenses
And they mommy's prolly pissed
And I'm Johnny with the Cris
I be smoking on the dokha
I be rooming with ya hoe bruh
And I flinch her with the cobra
She got that super duper soaker
Why you acting all funny all day
This for real we about to snatch the food off of your plate
We coming for the thrown we 'bout to take it home
Yeah bitch i'm in my zone
Bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Yeah bitch I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone