Pass

I wake up, feeling the hollow in my eye A reflection of my soul, I feel like I could die But the time is not yet, Yoda shit, man I bet Flowing this from the neck, taking paper over checks The mic is in duress, trail of smoke from my chest Trace of of comatose is less, rather toke until the stress Melt away, little sway, got a jump up on the day Little high, like easy bake, at the bottom like I'm shake But I will f*ck people up, take the top off Like I'm hot sauce, feeling no drop off otherwise the thing will pop off And it's clobbering time, you got to nod when I rhyme If not, I gives a f*ck, par with my nine So yeah, I've been blazing up, strange enough Though we making bucks I'm sensing danger bruh Tripping off the anger, huh? Figure this a banger bruh, spitting mic strangler Snakes is in the grass, but I don't worry as I puff, puff, pass I'm in an altered state, the only fate is my genesis The one I make I'm just chilling with the green where the paupers lay I walk away from all these cats that want to talk away It be an awful day to Run these games, out where the guns be aimed Out where the meek meet the street and they sun these lames Out in the beat, beat feet talking someday man Just a 20 make them funny like a Sunday man I can't salute to a suit, I cannot root for a joke Until the smoke roll deep, until I feel it in my feet I'm getting low so I toke, and yo, the bro so sweet And what he wrote will make you choke, flowing straight O. Z.s You know me Who roll the city on fly, I got a snake in my eye, I got to make it or die I got to face all the lies, and stand up straight for the prize To do this thing for my guys, until I meet my demise, man I'm high rolling