Ok
Tech Loaded
My breath slowing from the Smoke and I feel less stressing Knowing
My death close, showing, no Emotion
I'm ghosted, I smoke potent, my Potion
Move slow, but I'm coasting
I prayed hoe but I'm hopeless
No regrets, it's hard to feel Something other than blessed
But I'm stressed, cause everyone Coming out for my neck
How I feel, I'd rather be cautious And keep it real
What's the deal?, i keep all my Motions low and concealed
Like a weapon, look in the Barrel of smith and Wesson
That's a lesson, not enough Seconds to count your blessings
Check your mentions, send a Message, erase away Recollection
Nother session, new direction, My money showing Progression
I'm just flexing
But all I be doing is smoking Pack
Never lack, shit facts, I'm Blasted, back packing
With the sack, flip that, Gymnastic, ass backwards
Roll up gas, hit that, ain't no puff Puff, passing
I just chief shit
Hungry as f*ck and I'm finna Eat
For the team shit
All of these snakes and fakes on Some fiend shit
Discreet, and I keep it quiet just Like a secret
To me, all of these rappers be on Sweet shit
It's weak
But I'm Balling For Real
I'm off the ganja, and a f*cking Witchcallit for real
I need a problem solver I'm a Alcoholic for real
I want all the drama, I ain't Never been calmer for real
I been feeling weakened like a
Weekend on drugs
I'm so evil how the f*ck could Demons even find love?
I'm so Motherf*cking faded THC in my lungs
I got the homies rolling up we Got a eighth in the Dutch