WHEN YOU GO

F*ck all yo feelings I be killing shit, If you good on a list I be healing shit, Went from dawning over heads to be thriller hits Hitting all the stones just waiting for the throne Shit now I'm in zone no bitches but they sniffing on cologne Its word to the world and we melt off the cone Search to destroy all the power in the globe High up above like the satellites and drones I guess in the end we all covered in the rose A beamer or benz she was feeling kind of bentley My rapping is a passion not a bank for the taking If karma has its ways then we makin No more feelings left in my box but she open A world full of envy and depression cooping Looking for the opens Jon making potions Game is all up and we filled with corrosive Look I've been been seeking for an answer Can we take the shots if we miss back to lander Transfer Percentage filled up and we grab some Back to the studio my rhymes is so handsome Nahh I guess you'll know when I go I'm sent to make a change, I don't feel when you broke I feel all the pressure when the nights was alone Death was a challenge, it pushed to be grown Waiting on the sideline I'm knocking all my prime time A light within the flash so my powers run to crime lights Fly with my kite line maybe in the astral You practice all day when the talent came natural Any change in the game? I'm tryna light propane Last check was a pain, got a whip in my name I was scared be vacant, I'm tryna Freddy flip this shit Make a dream come waken Saying "I was on top" bold claims and I don't drop songs I raise them Made a few L's transcend "Man you make soul with a bounce" Got enough to go around When you gon make it? A soul that was placed in Set back arrangements til arrange it, on occasion Bro you amazing patient You was on hold Take a print that was blue manifest the gold Make it go platinum F*ck all yo feelings make your artist go phantom Menace in a way saying crimes don't pay It's crime to the bank when a verse hundred K List all the options made from the crop and, Hard to bust rhymes troubles work of the lock in Pass me the mic to the sport that we drop in Quit cause he yapping Grasp what you can there's a price up for knowledge Something you know it comes back in your years I need all the ears Something I kickback and pay Doom in beers F*ck all your fears, year after this and it still hit my tears Blood through veins, human it's weird I take on the game, so perfection is clear I verse till I pass, work on a bed till my breath and my lungs go collapse A youngin for bread but the love is my stash The feeling of hope but you rather take cash A crib for the fam, a bag for my dad No takes from your own so don't favor back