

Prompt / Lyrics
Car still sturdy, been riding dirty, GTA, assault and a couple burglaries, sent out SoS it's no emergency, growin bomb bud at the nursery, been lit for eternity, my mentality currently, is in need of currency, manifesting luxuriously , hope I don't need no attorney, or leave in a gurney, for some sorta surgery, it erks me got me topsy tervy, getting scurvy, lack of vitamin see a lot of weird shit go down, the whole town is smoked out now, smokinmore than just loud, wipe the sweat from my eyebrows, whenever we slide now, ain't nowhere to hide now, I'm high now, just took fat hit, blown the smog out, don't let the dogs out, what the fuck is this song bout? Yada yada something something, whatever yall talkin Pick a topic, spittin toxic, cyber optics, makin profits, doin projects, super sonics, hydroponics, alcoholics, nights in Gotham, makin problems, fatter pockets, any type nonsense, Any type of nonsense Ima schizophrenic, so expensive, co dependent, off the coldest medicines, I'm my own co defendant smokin on wet n reckless, wit license suspended but my heightened senses detected the presences of energies remnants left so forget it, paid the severance with sacks full of methods, so second guessing my first intentions, who sent the message and left and never read it, just left the dentist without my appendix, poisonous clohraseptics and caught staff infection from depression off lack of collections, poverty prevention is pockets pressin and packing weapons, or working professions, the lasting impression is living with reverence, not living retched, I stay at a high percentage, no hypoallergenic, reflections left in the mirror image of kindred spirits, wit no appearance, just hit the quag and clear it, Yada yada something something, whatever yall talkin Pick a topic, spittin toxic, cyber optics, makin profits, doin projects, super sonics, hydroponics, alcoholics, nights in Gotham, makin problems, fatter pockets, any type nonsense, Any type of nonsense From my vantage point youR eating Soylent green, directors cut the footage out behind the scenes Satisfy your self esteem wit guillotines cuttin heads clean off that bobbed a weaved into wrong seam Sigmund Freud your lucid dreams, seduced the muse that heard the stream read, sounds serene the haunted and plotted schemes, toxically my toxicology hypothesis modestly mockin me, monitor me moderately or constantly, my brains my colostomy bag, I honestly brag I'm still alive out the savage lab, semi automatic mad, I'm the star and I'm my number one fan, got my head big like NBA Jam, same old games RC Pro Am, Mr. Go Bad, Mr. Risky Lohan, pardon me broham I'm so damn a part of the program, I'll do it anywhere like green eggs and ham, advertising trash like emailed some spam, but the owe me more than a hundred grand, got me wired like broadband, sinkin like quick sand, let me in a got a wrist band, tip the man, he's off a tryptophan, follow my Instagram, no pentagrams cross my the heart the man
Tags
rap, hip hop, trap, cloud rap, lo-fi, backpack rap
3:42
No
6/11/2025