In My Zone (feat. A-Zeus & LrdBrn)

An introverted intellect with interest in introspect I don’t do subs or indirects, gone get u caught up in a wreck An instrumental infidel, they wont stop me up off intel They got me locked up In a cell, ain’t seen a singer since Adele I tip the scale, then sip the ale Don’t get this tale, u flip and tell Like quarters up in wishing wells And this shit ain’t fucking fair Got me gripping on her hair No despair no care It ain’t fair I swear They couldn’t stare the stairs That I walked and I sparked All this pain, in my brain And the images were plain And no I can’t complain I just can’t be at peace Had to trip just last week In my mind she got lease Fortified with concrete Why you acting all funny all day This for real we about to snatch the food off of your plate We coming for the thrown we 'bout to take it home Yeah bitch i’m in my zone Bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, and I’m coming for the thrown Disowned what he condoned, dethrone what’s on ya soul I done grown off hiphop, I done drove through pitstops I done combed through ziplocks, that shit gave me wrist locks I done stroll through each block, like “I’m home in this spot” I be blowing up in ridicule, roam with no reciprocal Dozing off the chemicals, rolling off the cynical And they women often jealous, cause the boy done grown and did it And I’m ruffled with the ridges Let it bubble then it glistens And no more won’t get specific Just paint these words like hieroglyphics And no more won’t get specific Paint these words like hieroglyphics Like Crispin, no lip in I’m bagging like Lipton Too legit, cause I’m pissed off I’ll only quit, when the Cris pop I run for Seneca, I’m popping Lyrica This the lyrical, from the Biblical In they homes, tinted clothes with the chrome assassins And it’s his own chromosome that done blurt the madness And I, run around with the gold extensions And I, hit 'em harder than they soul offenses And they mommy’s prolly pissed And I’m Johnny with the Cris I be smoking on the dokha I be rooming with ya hoe bruh And I flinch her with the cobra She got that super duper soaker Why you acting all funny all day This for real we about to snatch the food off of your plate We coming for the thrown we 'bout to take it home Yeah bitch i’m in my zone Bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Yeah bitch I’m in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone