Royal Palmz x B GhostN - So Sad

I treat it like a

This beat I treat it like a battlefield
In the booth I tighten my boots
Come Roll up this biscotti (Roll it up)
Straight to your brain
Make you see how this music really goes down
I'm breaking through the barriers
I'm just trying to make all those fallen proud (Rip)
Hit that nigga with the upper cut
On some mike tyson ish
I don't be biting flows
niggas stealing styles
I just raise my brow
Carry the pack like the rock
That's a touchdown
Drop a shot into the simply
Oh we hype now
I own all the waves
Address me now as captain
Why these niggas be capping a lot
Bro cop so much polo That nigga be a G
I need me a whole bottle to just to stay on P
Roll it up and only pass to my bros
You ain't with us you
nigga you ain't stuck to the code
Lately I been cleansing my system
Only organics
True shit this is how god planned it

So sad how these niggas got the rap game diluted
They minds stuck in illusion
Polluted the clouds we a nuisance
Stay looking for the sauce
They lost
And stranded
We coming through
Hashed up bandits

So sad how these niggas got the rap game diluted
They minds stuck in illusion
Polluted the clouds we a nuisance
Stay looking for the sauce
They lost
And stranded
We coming through
Hashed up bandits

They said you're the realest
In the street dread
Where'd you get them genes
How were you bred
Nigga a fiend
Obsessed with the bread
They said he got the truth written in his head
Also the most chilliest
Flows like what you talking about Willis
Ghostn and Palmz with the filaments
Hits too cold
They really felt in they soul
Biscotti
Got they mind and their body
Staying on that sticky icky
All my real niggas still rolling with me
And I'm as high as a blimp be
Please remind me
What's the definition of a problem
Any situation watch how I solve them
Staying on the ghosting shit
Never call em I'm all in
In this life
Saw the light it was good
And understood what it means to be
Carrying around pounds
And distribute freely

So sad how these niggas got the rap game diluted
They minds stuck in illusion
Polluted the clouds we a nuisance
Stay looking for the sauce
They lost
And stranded
We coming through
Hashed up bandits

So sad how these niggas got the rap game diluted
They minds stuck in illusion
Polluted the clouds we a nuisance
Stay looking for the sauce
They lost
And stranded
We coming through
Hashed up bandits

Written by:
Bradford Scott, Bryant Scott, Trey Scott

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