No Speculations

ALL NIGHT

TRAIDORA

Roolah (feat. White $hadow & Gang$ta Pistol)

Done Deal - Ft. Yung Nae prod. fooly

fuck it up (feat. babyslump)

Put down my habits, just to pick em back up
rabbit ain’t living lavish, just good enough
ain’t seeing it nuff and still expecting a fuck
but buck a lady who giving it tough 

for not leaving in months, shut in, shell or a husk
riddled cancers, mind and the soul, so he lust
end it all, shits eating him whole,
messing with his mind so he filling up holes

taking his fill with the adderal pills
blunts to go bill
and there’s tills to go steal
enough ketamine to kill
his head till it ain't feel real
daydreamed of mills
now he can’t pay for a meal

take a breather, clearing  his head
bunny step out to the streets so tired and tread
spot a lovely lady, give a wave and a smile
and booze bin bossman he ain’t seen in a while

“jay where you at we been wondering
got a motive round the bend, u should wander in”
“i don’t know i got songs, they ain’t write themselves
got a girl at home, guess she can finger herself”

“fuck it i’ll come for a bit”
“that’s the spirit here have a cig
want a beer?” ‘Nah i’ve got spirits and a spliff
plus pill for a lift if my energy quick to drift”

stay up writing all day and all night
i put down the pen just to pick up the mic
i don’t know man, this shit ain’t going nowhere
feel and fear as if there aint
anywhere to go
but writing this shit make me feel at home
so maybe keep going you know
nowhere for now till im landing a show
or till we see overdose grave and a rose

nowhere for now till i’m landing a show
or till well see overdose grave and a rose
or till he sees a party right across the road
hear the clank canisters and some balloons blown

broken banisters, MCs all going rogue
see the way of life, this be his home
booming basements where all the motives are grown
budding kids and they thinking they grown
till they muster a groan

cus 95s that they bought with a loan
now adorned ciggy butts and the spilled out patron
what a way to be grown
what a way to grow old
all the ticks that are owed
all the ticks up, worn below

the baggy pants 
clippers, baggies and packs
pills and powder, what they can hack
his sm58 left alone for the night
his track untouched, just like the mic

80

BIGABE

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