Casual Tees

Been all out with the breeze Tell that bitch say thank you and please I am not one of these People that will slip when the turf's wet Practice every bar till every single one is (perfect) Motherfuckers come at me like I'm the one to f*ck with Circle all em up I'm on my goose and on my duck shit Spitting at me (dull) Simpletons'll get their skull split They be doing nothing they be inspired by Trump's bitch Piping down, she was calling for a timeout Head deep, in the peach, like James house I swear, she was really bout to wild out Bitch was on the shit that killed Amy Winehouse Two thirty-eight when I'm writing this Rallying really rather light when you rhyming it's Something that spawns from deep down right inside ya shit Built in the brain and back out my defiant lips, yeah Watch on my wrist and you better not break it, bitch don't waste my time Why is it that when you start to commit it's like all of a sudden you stepped out of line Rapping and fucking the only two things that I truly enjoy, take a trip through my mind Bitches be overdressing all their bullshit no casual tees like a victimless crime See See I'm ripping flows immaculate, open my eyes to capture it The packaging's, a little hard to open if you're asking me Tragically, masterfully, choke these beats, quit tapping me Recollecting hours when they roared and laughed at me We all homo sapiens draped in the duty of making it Waiting patient for dedication adjacent to latent shit Freddy and Jason shit, lately I'm on my impatient shit Medication make the blood boil, that's an elated crip The day was split, for half my face was fixed I obtained the hint the vibrant reds phased to faded pinks Crazy how entirety can entirely alter Divide and I conquer, tired but wired my mind darker Harbour perceptions navy resides within my iris Early times of shyness, the quiet was my appliance I might just, snap, but my fingers are fatigued Weed is what I need when the need ain't guaranteed