Hiroshima

My young nigga ride w extensions and shit that don't matter I tell him try to use yo brain, the shit'll get splattered Her favorite singer usher Raymond and album confessions I'm blasting part 2 in the speaker, she'n getting the message Y'all done forgot why y'all was here and I'm here to remind it I put some shit off in the air and I hope that he find it I'm in this bitch to catch a vibe, forget all my troubles Like usually I throw the singles, tonight I'm on doubles One foot following the other, my hand on my noggin Tryna scope out on the scene, peep who probably floggin Tryna figure why that hating shit seeming contagious That nigga put you on, you posed to be glad that he made it Drifting on sharp turns, speeding thru congested traffic I wun listening as a hobby, shit became a habit Now I'm tripping, can't tell if her ass real or it's plastic So many people I wish I could see Irene had bit the bullet, let me go in peace When she easily could've wilded, never lived it down Pushing this weight that's on my shoulder bout like 7 Pounds Yea Burberry shades, mama ya son shining You told me I could be a star and the vision was blinding I rather keep it as a hobby, not a profession These ain't muhfucking songs, these therapy sessions I took all of my thoughts and spoke em to rhythm Whether it touch the next man ain't up to me My family tree starting to wither, truly concerned All them tears y'all had enough to fill up the sea All these years of imaginary conflict It's like we in the same cell but different convicts Locked in That nigga a fold before he up I cannot spend 100s but them 20s good as gone Nigga pillow speaking, hoping he get kisses throw the phone It ain't the shit you talking it's yo mf tone I atoned for my sins when in committed Them zebra cakes come in twos and it's us so imma split it We gone make the biggest play, no matter draft pick fall to us We charter out the smallest bus The smallest shit was large to us Shit was for all of us til I seen all of us can't make it Tried to pass of the baton and you ain't wanna take it This shit here running, til I hit a wall, chip a tooth Aim for the sky til the sky twins with my roof Hand to the Bible, i done passed on hoes, you hate to lose Documented half my comeups in this booth Next to this focusrite Facing this AKG Go blow for blow without a kick, on my Bruce Lee Baby, how I'm posed to love you and love what I do Aint ever seen yo night in shining armor out his suit