Maybe you wonder am I qualified to figure I can spit a rhyme when I don’t even own a project that’s dropped yet.
Of real music, I’m a prospect. So hopefully, when you listen, you’ll figure that’s what I’m all about.
Whether a lyric, a rhyme, or both. I hope that each time I evoke something dope for your mind to note.
Sometimes I’m conscious and serious, sometimes just the silliest guy laughing on tracks killing it.

I catch cues of poolsticking. We’re all tryna sink the 8 ball in less than two minutes.
It takes to develop and shine. We gotta pay dues for true living and don’t you forget it man.
That’s a lesson to myself. I’m tryna stand the test of time…no minute man…roll in the sand inside the hour glass until you lose grounding of how many hours passed. It’s like that.

Verse 2:
Huh. They say I’m dope, just like crack, but I don’t keep you fiending like that demon man, I’m more like a nice sac.
You light that and feel the buzz when you need it. When it’s appropriate at your convenience.
It’s a clearing sale going on. And to the whack, liquidation is claiming your name ain’t it. How you proclaiming you ill when your rhymes bore me like looking at the window pane when it’s raining outside.
Swear I’m so tired of hearing the same ol’ dumbed down got my two thumbs down. Frowns on my face, cause everybody claiming their king half the time don’t even know what that means (me included)
Everybody says they’re rapping and singing, but all I hear is some work with no meaning. And that’s all we know so steadily, we’re the ones quoting and clinging to the last pop joint screaming cause it’s convenient.

Hook:
Bump I still bump it in my car (Bump it in my car)
Turn the bass up let the speakers knock (let the speakers knock)
And I’m really not ashamed to admit I entertain
The corruption of my brain.

Bridge:
I don’t know why we allow our heads to bow down (why do we accept these things)
To things that don’t build us up no only tear down (why do we accept these things)

Everybody, move your body, but be conscious of what you listen to.
Everybody, move your body, but be conscious of what you listen to.

…Ending Vamp.


Breitling on my wrist.
I swear my coup cost a crib
I got all this ice on
And is it wrong that I want it to
I want the money and the power
I wake up and I take a shower
And think about how I can change but I stay the same.