tampa as in the bay - Nikesonmyfeet Lyrics

Only some of these dudes'n'gals got soil
Most grass, that
This and that, now
This crisp cash in my flask
Pour
The thoughts that pass
The coil on my dripper's burnt
A Turkish stomp your face in
Straight rip one like an uppercut
Hit and run type placement
Courage cowardly
Undoubtedly, is he single
Making jingles for your mistress
Mappin' shit
Pacing back and forth while packing more cans to whip
Listen, I'm the rudest on Christian Mingle
Pissing passive-aggressiveness
Aye, here to diss the game
Then take names, then spark games
Then make plans to chart planes and do dark things
Yet bring light in the worst ways
Spit verses so cold
Go head, send the world into an ice age
You might say, okay, he got wordplay
He flows great
Uncertain f*cking alien ameliorating
Making for the decked-out small house shit
Mansions
I ain't about it
Youngin' grew up to Mac, Method mouthin'
Thoughts crowding like it's loud in the night
I f*cks with a divine presence
Guns essence
I'm tongue tied
Checking these metaphors 'cause they border on some white lies
Normalize
F*cking Coraline
Goddamn