bubblewrap.

only walk out that door with a grip
keep one in the bed keep one the whip
only got time for the cash and a bitch
and my bitch get cash so she aint in the pics

only walk out that door for the case
keep one in the back keep one in the waist
even if i left my shit at the place then my bitch
got it too
so you aint really safe

I used to picture my final days to get motivated
but lately I’ve been feeling like purpose is overrated
I hear the way that they talk and don’t know who to trust
searching for the real and i feel that there’s very few of
now i spend time with the dead legends
they told me
“don’t concern yourself with the undercurrents”
but if they think you a punk, boy
for goodness sake
it’s lights out
skipping the small talk
like tinder date

i seen three new clones before my breakfast ends
Y’all recycling shit like fucking your ex again
I never knew that genuine art was so hard to come by
es-pec-ially-when the source is known to be overflowing

i had to kill them all for the love of rap
they tend to talk like they’re sending shots but it’s bubble rap
just might pull up in a mask wondering who am i
when we hit him once then doubled back like a suicide

all these motherfuckers are cynical
I split bread but they’re getting used to the miracles
i lift heaven and move god when i elevate
its all part of business
the suits on when I levitate

y’all turn into a clown for another check
i lay low but my bitch making them rubberneck
it aint cold but you might need another vest
if you move through the streets stacked like a double deck

only walk out that door with a grip
keep one in the bed keep one the whip
only got time for the cash and a bitch
and my bitch get cash so she aint in the pics

only walk out that door for the case
keep one in the back keep one in the waist
even if i left my shit at the place then my bitch
got it too
so you aint really safe