Bolo

Yeah, so when I rip it, alcoholic flow is liquid Stories hella vivid, ten toes a brother kick it For the fam blaspheming, I'm the gawd damned man With a team puffing green with a hot hand, man Don't make me go blaze, you won't surface for days I was birthed in the ways of the murk and the haze Not a jerk needing praise, I work in a daze Smoking purp until I phase, I'm ghosting in the open Hoping it's an omen, I don't know where I'm going I'm flipping word birds until they chirp on the page Then flock rather kit, man I'm dropping some shit Hard bars get spit, cause I lurk in a cage Hard work it pays, I'm in the set for days Cooking up shit like it's etouffee Looking up shit, I'm a breath away To run the whole damn game and make my own damn name