Roswell - Walk on By

Like pablo
Picture like picasso
My vision on another side
I tell god where would i go
With my eyes close
Guide me like I'm blindfold
Never been a hero
Got the murdock on the side tho
That's a side note
Trust me
I be lying tho
Everything i write
It comes to life
Just call me sai bro
I'm on fire bro
Hydrant
Get a fire hose
Don't tell me
How to live my life
My nigga
What would ya know
About me
Tryna rap
Tryna make it extreme
Tryna rap
Tryna make it my dream
Tryna rap
While I'm playing on stream
That's picture perfect
If you talking to me
That been the goal
Since before i could speak
Little nigga tryna rhyme
On some beats
Double 8s
Make em fear that 16
Piss em down like r kelly dreams
Where's the spark tho
Wood like I'm charcoal
We don't need no bars
We identify em
By some barcodes
They some gargoyle
Catch em when is dark tho
Way up in the sky
All in the side
You might get sh
If I'm rapping on the walk on by
I gotta bring on logic
I'm a kid with empty pockets
Just tryna make a deposit
They be on timing like a watch is
I'm shining bright tell them watch This
Throwing stones 316 like I'm with Austin
Stringing just like I'm flossing
I'm balling cause i ain't gone yet
I'm hoping that i can score it
And live with it in the moment
I'm talking but they ignoring me
You ain't ever owning me
I been by myself too long
I'm only knowing me
Ya rappers need to stop
Thinking that ya writing poetry
I'm a prophet of profit
You probably plotting and watching
The problem is i never pop
When people are around me
Like I'm sensitive watch what
You say about my relatives
Better be prepared for them niggas
That got recipes
Handing out receipts
Ain't no return policy
In your ending credit
You'll get no word outta me
Give me five years and i promise
Ain't no stopping me
I focus on my craft
And myself
That's how it gotta be
This the warmup nigga
I ain't even in the starting team
I swear if i had money
There won't be too many stressing
Working on my imperfections
I'm just here to spread a message
That you could be anything
And you can make your own Connections
I don't pay for promos
Cause they try to treat you like
Some peasants
Take a pen and paper
I would be your teacher
Here's my lesson
Keep 100 to yourself
And that would be
Your strongest weapon
But lets say you lose yourself
Then you'll need bout 30 weapons
Each of them with 30 bullets
Then you'll learn like 30 lessons
But that's for another time
Dark jokes gets me through my Darkest times
Hardscope close range
Bucket full of bloody mind
Mind you don't mind me
I might be my money line
Important like underline
My bars like a hunnit crimes
Push it to a hunnit dimes
Calling from another line
Hang up i ain't got the time
Hit you with a clothesline
Reduce like you on decline
Improve cause I'm on the grind
Can't stop me i ignore those signs
I'll do it like hunnit times
I'll do it like 200 times
Turn it to 500 times
Put me then I'm turning tides
I'm in the moon
You under mine
My nickname is bonafide
That bar will only hit
If you were close to mines
I ain't ordinary nigga
You ain't on my line

Written by:
Roswell Chalas

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