prod. desolate lands
vox. sakaree
guest vox. kip c

lyrics;;
[sakaree]
it's big wizard in ya area, nothin scarier
stay fuckin up the game n i ain't sharin her
every hoe that ever lost me start pairin up
whisper white lies, fake dirt, 2 try bury ya
memories make me sick like malaria
all the years wasted, every time i took care of ya
next one i find gotta move merrier
shit u put me thru left me scarred, made me wearier
im big dog wit the bark, u a terrier
got em in a mean leg lock, rick flairin ya
im doin u a justice, luv im sparin ya
shit i'm sittin on is dirty work, it gets hairier
shootin stars, made a wish, now they flarin up
vault hold gold, time 2 drop, now im rarin up
24 laps, whole track tearin up
hope my brother smile down on me when im starin up

[kip c]
trust ..
staring up at stars like we there soon enough
marksman on my back play my part too tough
that shit you bark never startled us 
calm before the flood
spark the ember 
remember when she said her heart was weathered 
should’ve said something but i kept it shut
aw man...
these steppers put in miles 
sketches of flamenco
she kept a pack of rizla in her trench coat
just knowing i’d forget mine
had to peddle home in the rain
their style all the same cus they rip it off some next guy
its catted
huey told me its your chapter
more power to you man we tapped in
you're part of it too
& what's mad is
i've been in my bag since
full send she back it up on me like traffic
head full swivel man I had to catch a last glimpse

[sakaree]
i need a rizla, i ain't talkin bout the fat kid
gave her everything i had n lost it in a fast blip
the boy in airports corner, im like raskit
bumps in the road was a mazza, popped a gasket
nothing ever humbled me like my past did
nothin to my name, i was prepped for the last hit
i set sail back home, full mast it
did it all without a father figure like a bastard
couldn't eat for 3 weeks, swear i fasted
withdrawal had me movin scratchy like the cat did
had to grind for my rank, swear i grafted
bout to drop my 17th album, self crafted
my whole life been a test, still passed it
had to do bare calculations, swear i mathed it
outlasted, runnin up the rafters
demons sittin front row standup, hear the laughters

[kip c]
& pree the raptures
adidas track pants stripes lined with the stan smiths
you gave me what credence couldn't til I found it within
said i will take the couch, you said there's room in here
mitts clasping the blueprints
they all spoof 
way i'm sliding on these loops 
you couldn't paint a truer pic
and true say there’s nothing near it
put the cig up to my lip & watched the city dance 
be quick to take a snapshot, it's missing in a flash
since a little one, i grimaced through the madness
didn’t run, won't stop me in my tracks 
i know who's got me and you're not the one for that
the clock was never wrong, i was looking at it blankly
blanket of ice on the road, made it home to a blank screen
the first in and the last to leave
bless me later 
the whole team had the dream

Rizla (feat. kip c) [act ii: Spite]

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