200/Warning

Wither Weather

i couldn’t sleep I couldn’t get u out my head so I made this

out my head and on paper

lo-fi for the wi-fi

smoke a blunt to this boom bap shit

Lyrics:

Oh Damn what im getting on
Feel good blow smoke i be sinnin hard
I should be killing my shame fucc a job and the pay 
i just look at myself and envision the fame 
How i do ?
keep my shit classic 100 till the tomb  
Still sippin saké for the sake of my mood
Ramen and steak eating good in my room 
Study my make and they know im that dude
 That be spittin whats real,cuz i spit how i feel, making mills wouldnt kill,
all the thrill that is rap i be taking a nap 
with a cute lil shawty and wait for the sun 
we talk about love and the clouds up above 
Search for the stars but she lookin at me knowin Ill make it the son of a g.o.d.

Searching for light in the dark
Death keeps on chasing my heart
But i stay makin my art
Darkness won't end what i start
 

The sun rising up and im ready for war
Love aint a thing you can buy at a store
Fight for my passion the hero the lord
Never defeated I die by the sword

Facing my anger got blood on my blade
Murder the ones that get into my way
Fucc if you claimin you better than me
Pull up with Mugen we bringin defeat 

I just wanna see the sun rise
Fighting for my place up in the lights 
Shining while im counting up my dubs 
Celebrating sippin double cups

far

Heaven N°

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