Rio Westside - 2p1 (feat. Cello Miles)

I couldn’t ever lose my right mind
Side chicks wanna get the pipeline
Moving like the 44th pres
Maravich I handle shit
Me to spit like God to an evangelist
Malachi
Chapter 3
No grand larceny
So you can’t Aubrey me
Over real niggas accomplishing
It’s like Stephen hawking
When the loud rotating often
You would probably need a coffin
After coughing
And my soul is not for auction
Beg my pardon
I Move
Straightjacket
No asylum
And I’m solemn best
When I was on bottle
I would probably give your mom a text
I’m kidding like I’m tryna host the fucking Oscars next
Check my tweets and see whatever that I’m sponsoring
Shit
Masters after bachelors maybe a doctorate
Definitely a masters
Then I’m on the jet
Rising up like Lazarus
And Jesus wept
They never called him childish
Well not to his face
I guess with time in grace
I’ll have limits that outer space
Endless like a Frank tape
Take aim
Mind is weapon so your brain lays
Red dot my purpose
For my words and my names sake
Stay away from fentanyl, niggas know that caine laced
If Abel got Cane slain
It’s the same same
Game of 2pi
Ye ask em how sway
Shit He never knew why
Without the Bts
And GPS
If you pass it like communion
You Influencing whats next
I thought why not resurrect it cuz I’m introspective
Lose track of the path you gon feel neglected
Worried bout the next nigga hip hop detective
Defective sedatives leave you in a convalescent
Yo dystrophy got ppl lacking empathy cuz mentally you did it yo self that’s how evictions be
Pistol Pete yo rental fees
Eventually you’ll understand the vision is pixally or pixelated
Wasted time you coulda been made it
Never know when a nigga may aim it
Work hard
Live no lame shit
Box money open like a mail run
Methane in the air you smell some
Flow like chemtrails huh
Ima pirate I can sail some
You feelin dope w/o the scale huh
Hocus pocus under her spell huh
I had to tighten up my focus
Down south like the Clovis
Come into the game like a novice
End up like the POTUS
I’m Simon you kno the next word
It’s so atrocious
Country in shambles
I’m tryna stay omnipotent
Pronunciate the syllables
We coding
‘01 yea you was folding
I was 5 and I knew I was chosen
Touch the water I’m frozen
Family getthe check
I was home alone Macaulay Scopin
Middle of the ocean

Written by:
Cello B, Rio G

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