The Walls - Pastures Lyrics

The fit filthy
I spit wealthy
And get healthy
Droppin numbers since a younging
Fumble keys my trunk rumbling
Young punk I'm jumping shit
I'm leading youth like the fronts of ships
A figurehead
Venomous tongue
And I spit em dead
A single breathe and I'm spinning heads
If I made a hook I'd be reeling necks
The text to speech multitasker
Multifaceted
The sultry adjectives
Seeing green like a head of cabbage is
Sheesh
The breeze between the knees flow
I seek chateaus
I'm 12 feet on the plateau
Ya'll having difficulty
Getting the f*ck out my shadow
To get to my spot is an uphill battle
This underdog'll knock you off your saddle

I turn tides
The words wise
I never was
Cattle minded
I masterminded shit
The pasture primed to fit
Branded promises
I can't stand your promises
It's time for dominance