Great lyrics, great flow. Very refreshing to hear a track of this quality amongst all the bullshit these days. Well done

nice flow bro. halla at your boy and return the favor by supporting the hustle. keep up the good work and stay💯💪

ill be honest i was just going thru the upload playlist to spam comments but this legit made me actually stop and listen and leave a real comment no copy paste this was actually fuckin fire dude! i fuckin respect tf outta ya honest that was legit fire in the booth and i love the "perfect!" sample but god damn bro you got fuckin bars i respect it you should check me out too we should be homies im on that lyrical shit too theres not enough of us around man we gotta help eachother bring it back for real hiphop

"Polite and white, but I got brothers I would murder for." Love that line.

If you don't repost it's because your Dad looks like an orangutan with an overbite.

Lyrics -

Telling stories but my version isn't fantasy;
another day recording verses with (Reali-T) reality.
Nowadays embrace the verdict of insanity,
there's warmth in avoiding the burden of regularity.
A ruffian puffing plenty smoke in the skies,
a steady dosage of lies I can barely cope with the highs.
I'm a friendly bloke in disguise so just let me open the guise,
I think you'll only SEE my WORTH when there's PENNIES OVER MY EYES.
Medicated; stomach grumbling in pain,
"On A Plain" "About A Girl" but I couldn't complain.
Love kills; put a bullet in my brain,
tryna find Nirvana but there's always Something In The Way.
I caught nee love so this Clipper gets my head buzzed,
the side burns are always even from the fresh cut.
The only thing I miss is when you had your neck stuffed
so it's no wonder that I discovered you're a head fuck.

She said she wants me to quit weed, never that.
And she's trying to give me some Jim Beam, never that.
Will she let me smoke & write sixteens? Never that.
Trying to control me but bitch please, it's never that (x2).

I'm understanding that the police have got to serve a cause,
but I'll be burning cro whenever curtains close.
And I think it depends on situation with certain laws,
so polite & white but I got brothers I would murder for.
Growing up & tossing bags into shrubbery,
going back to get the bag when they up & leave.
Never wanted to get bagged for a fucking tree,
but if I get life in prison at least I'll have some company.
Going home to cannabutter in the brûlée,
create-a Moon Rock to try & send me up into space.
I'm tryna get my bird high from this Blue Jay,
turning paranoid when I get half-baked like Two Face.
Couple hundred thin skins on the shopping list,
not a shit given as I'm beginning a coughing fit.
Herbs gave me inspiration for the song I writ,
coming from the North where alcoholics aren't anonymous.

The coppers want me to quit weed, never that.
Focus on them lads that'll sniff keys, never that.
I just wanna smoke & write sixteens, never that.
Trying to control me but pig please, it's never that (x2).

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