Red Herring

This the first time in a minute
I've written shit off of the indica
Cuz I been bored in the crib
It’s just living but feel like no point or intent
Too much feeling, I’m feeling love
Feeling like I got a chance in million to make it
I’m feeling like greatness and giving up
Feel like the fact that I fake my emotions with women a sign that I just must not feel enoughFeeling tough?
Fill em up
Not talking unleaded
But dreading each moment I’m supposed to make beats
Cuz a nigga be fuming just might need unleaded creatively
I been skating on E
I fucked up the flow and I got off of topic
I’m off it I fucked up the scheme of my rhyme
Maybe that’s okay cuz I found my topic
It’s nothing
But nothing is my life
I ain’t said nothing of substance in years
Unless I’m talm bout drugs and my peers
Substance abuse
Led to subsequent fears
Of a substantial fall
Cuz you suckas is weird
Niggas get lonely and hop right on live
But I’m just a nigga so see y’all in five
Recalibrating shit and finding my truth
If I’m being honest it don’t gotta rhyme
Shit sound like chance but ion sound like no one
Cept that I roll one
On one high
Belly so tan
What’s a shirt
I don’t own one
My hood like my home when I go outside
That old fashioned donuts
Nigga this Roseland
Hunnids so low
I’m so southside
Like 808’s owner
Or maybe I’m Smokepurp
A motherfucking stoner
Til I die
I’m independent
But not independant
My niggas is with me
It’s no intermittence
And shit if it is
Cuz my niggas like tennis
They serving and winning
They deserve a pennant
It’s crazy how each of them all got my back
Shit even D*xon when he know tripping
That’s my brother my slime so I’m bussing back
If you fucking with him so what’s up my nigga
I found the girl of my dreams
In a dream so uh
I guess it’s back to pimping tonight
Bald fade Mr. Clean
Middle name on me uh (Amiri)
I guess I’m dripping tonight
But I can’t cry
Ain’t I
Insane
Shame
Pain
Blasé
Blasé
Blasé
I say
Hate crimes
Gang signs
Waist lines
Waste time
Blasé
Blasé
Blasé
Blah
Blah blah blah
Niggas talk too much for my taste
Cuz I talk too much
My mouth’ll prolly raise the crime rate
I can’t kick it
But I’m messy out here playing mind games
It’s prolly karma I ain’t scored a goal
Since I could ride trains
Side thang
Got Green eyes like butter cup
Outside brown
Inside like bubble gum
Treat her like a bag
Stay in it then I
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Run it up
Run it up
Ice cream cold
Can’t feel
But I’m meant to love
Heart ain't broke
Sometimes I wish it was
Got a greater purpose
deflecting all my level ups
Toughen up
Fucking punk
Fuck is you running from,uhhhh
I ain’t said nothing of substance in years
Unless I’m talm bout drugs and my peers
Substance abuse
Led to subsequent fears
Of a substantial fall
Cuz you suckas is weird
I ain’t said nothing of substance in years
Because my destiny is my biggest fear
I defer to people
Let them grab the wheel
Not sure if I’m ready
But I’m meant to steer