Tip Top - Offline

I move at a different speed
I sip wine and smoke expensive weed
You ain't gotta front for me
I can sense the greed
Mention me with the top rhymers
My block grinders
Follow the drip of knowledge
I hardly rock designer
Cops be trying to line us
So we move wiser
Eighty fiver's know my crew liver
I knew a kid that can have any car he wanted
With a screwdriver
And you wouldn't even know that shit was missing
Till he flew by ya in yo shit
Not only do you gotta watch what niggas roll
You gotta watch what niggas roll wit
Times been hard this is improv no scripts
No edits this the Final Cut minus the software
There's a time to pop up and a time to duck
Don't get caught up in my crosshairs
Trying floss yeah
I'm quick to knock em off squares
So knock it off square
I said this my mission statement
Straight off the top
I'm not with the fake shit
You making money get yours
Just know it's a risk to take it
I'm offline my thoughts flying
Nah I don't miss the matrix
You tripping if you think it's something out this bitch
That's sacred beside's your soul
Spectator's got they mouth wide open
But they eye's are closed
My shit bulging off the hip
It's hard to hide the pole
Seen hustlers turn to customers
To stick up kid's
That'll die for o's
It's troublesome when u double some
That's when the trouble come
Back to back like a shuttle run
These rappers bubble gum
To say the least my name engrave in beats
It's x amount ways to eat skip the sly talk
The got sidewalks for those that don't play streets
Safety measures the worst conditions make me better
Keen sight is a King's plight
Y'all can awake whenever

Written by:
Tim Lewis

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