Jeesay - Animus Freestyle

This a past life, I'm in the Animus
Backseat driver smell like cannabis
Too much going on right now it's hard to manage it
Brain do too much thinkin' I'm about to damage it
Your homeboy's a creeper
No stains on my sneakers
Talk to god one second then I eavesdrop with The Reaper
I don't really know how I feel bout myself
What does it matter
We all have something that we're after
Heading up the ladder
We climbin' up, we climbin' up
It was like nine of us
Stuck inside that studio and we had like all kinds of stuff
If you got a blunt or bong then we gon' have to light it up
Most of y'all stuck in a pattern
Watch how reality shatters
(None of this shit is real bro)
Piss on the system I empty my bladder
I just might shit on The President, try to tell me that my life doesn't matter
You niggas started throwin' hissy fits when you couldn't steal off the platter
That's too bad, that's too bad
It sucks to suck, I know that you mad
Young niggas ain't get the joke, but they still gon' laugh
Old niggas bouta hate, bro go be a dad

Written by:
Giseh Chea

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