No Squids

i speak for me not no other avatar im tryna smoke my tree an have a laugh comin like twerk back season ina charts how they wanna shake batty for some calibur i dont need fake love from no manager i cannot lie i dont rate these amateurs i cannot ride brudda this a whole marathon can turn backwards all for some passa darg i cant have things on me in the passenger ca im a big boss an a ambassedor fam i got flip flops more than these manas cars worth an thats big facts to a next rapper darg gues im a old skl rapper true dandadda not no cappa on sight scrapper always in mazza f*ck all that im a grown up brudda when the lights go out but the fire remains no more playing these violent games i aint gotta lie my brudda im ashmed of all of this hurt this pain this that wind beneath ur sale when u cant maintain that get up and go again dont let pressure control ur brain dont just mess up an float away infact come closer a little closer its not a game gave them so much for my plate fucked my soul up along the way cant do road up u gotta change since blue dabadeedabadi niggas tryna sabotage a brudda day prolly ca i found myself another lane i aint gotta manager i got PAs an we dont meet we lease an u cant see me anyways an u cant be me if u trained hm innit tho really bro gimmie that im leaving city to city tapped probably i need a bigger map ca i be looking like did all that did all that all of these rappers all twerkingg on tick tok and instagram bro i aint wid all that unless same way u cut shapes in the rave u dip dip dip a mans face no brick or bat an they call us violent monkeys true i know some violence junkies in trouble wid trident monthly when the sound of violins comfy u know u in too deep on the verge tryna silence some g so to the life man dive in dunky an when their face all lumpy bet they wont talk on me how the f*ck am i beefin these 5’4 lil munchkins like its not heavy weight on me like its not every day on me but i got a lil gelonade on me an i will light it they dont know what real life is like mine is these times im tryns live a life of silence over a life of violence man f*ck a hype ting so no more games no squids ca dem man dere aint got no quids an us man here know what this is peace and quiet exists when the lights go out but the fire remains no more playing these violent games i aint gotta lie my brudda im ashmed of all of this hurt this pain this that wind beneath ur sale when u cant maintain that get up and go again dont let pressure control the brain dont just mess up an float away infact come closer a little closer its not a game gave them so much for my plate fucked my soul up along the way cant do road up u gotta change since blue dabadeedabadi niggas tryna sabotage a brudda day prolly ca i found myself another lane you see this fucked up life that im living in man just fucked up twice like an invalid all cos i buss my 9 on a drillaleng cut my nose just to spite my head again could not care if theirs nine or ten of them got no fear but i got intelligence man act weird an mans not feeling it all this talking tough on the internet mans not into it mans got intellect smoke my ciggarrette sign that bigger cheque see through a bigger lense do my due dilligence fake like sillicone sweet like cinnamon man got rid of them mans not feeling them mans not feeling it see the smoke an mirrors and the sillouette a broken figure tryna reinvent im walking wid it till i see an end while these dickheads talking like cnn if these dickheads talking like its me or them then im pinging man no bbm i beat the burner then beat the m i hit the curb and then reoffend im sick of hurting im sick and tired i just want to feel like im me again i just wanna feel my feet again u cant walk in the shoes that my feet are in or even walk in the room that im meeting in your just there on an outside peeping in you talk to pork and your beef needs seasoning you dont wanna meet me your on a vegan ting you dont wanna see me on any evening why dont man just leave me be then look i just want peace and quite sit in silence close my eyelids and breathe it in im sick of violence sick of sirens sick and tired of the shit im in wind beneath my sale when i cant maintain that get up and go again dont less pressure control my brain dont just mess up and float away infact come closer im on the road darg its not a game i got no love for this pain lost my road dargs along the way ever since playboy an ez died ever since craig smallz and left died i just been out ere on my life wid nuttin but rounds in my nine