Shadow Walking

Unlocking my spirit pro-mentally Step on artist like podiatrists This is practice See these Rappers like some actors It's making me madder these rap snacks just ain't snacking These nigga my sons they son of a Don Sip on my bitch like she Dom Perignon Exquisite that taste make a squirt when she Shake I stay in my lane cuz these nigga going to hate Cutting the grass and I'm watching for snakes Direct deposit money I do not wait Take off like rocket but bigger than space When u see you can't stop just look at yo face These rappers just some actors niggas be fake Rewriting my story I'm changing my fate She hopped in the Whip and I took her to space its astro 1 and only bitch no equate Imma lost soul with no pot to piss in Slowly learning bout this life we live in Waking up to my conscious being I be levitating blowing thc I used to shadow walk with my inner g Now my energy is in a different league Still fighting demons when I go to sleep I bet they know it's me before they notice me I still think of me as an anomaly Like what's the reason I was born to be Everybody treat it like a comedy So I push em out far away from me I be up through the night like I on a mission Hit the corner store for dutchess not the swishers Pour a 4 in a sprite then get to sippin It relax my mental now I'm reminiscing Bout driving that night probly was a mission And the packs in the mail they the slow edition Imma exorcist when I x a nigga Crucifix a bitch when I'm drinking liquor Still eating beats like a zombie dinner Not Flatbush bitch this a country nigga Charcoal shoti with the pump, hollow tippin Tinted windows bend corners with a stick up in it Now another mother son made the Sunday listing Shadow walking through the dark that's the longest distance Knock a ball out the park now ya head is missing That's decapitation for you lizard niggas I get slimey too but more dangerous with it I like the torture niggas right before I kill em Get the blades to Flippin this hibachi dinner Then I dissappear em like Houdini living when I hop on the track a nigga go rouge Got three new sticks put ya head on a pole Black market where the body get sold Organ harvest where they throw away toes Still woke as f*ck and I can see the difference I got no remorse for an inconscience mental Hit the corner store for dutchess not the swishers Bitch you smoking grass you need to find ya feelings