She calls me baby babushka
My little gypsy, wish you wouldn't do that
I see many things that you are not
They fire you up til you all hot
They just want the energy now its all gone
Keep an eye on enemies and trust no one
Because the second your guards down than its all done
Got the homie down and its just round one
I don't really got a plan, don't need one
Its all in my head like the voices
I think i'd rather just sleep until this lifes done
Waste away in my bed till I feel numb
But they say you got a purpose boy, Speak up
You were born with gifts now choose one
Lifes always gonna give you bruises
Mama didn't raise no losers
Going through syllables like its a ritual
Rap is habitual, I'm being honest
I'm hard like an Onix, aint no one got one hit
When I-
Shit man you aint gotta try so hard for
Damn, turn it down a little bit I'm tryna smoke some weed
Sounds aight tho