Nomad No Home - ON it (feat. Xasper)

Drown my wave and you tryna swim on it
I ain't talking hoop boy ain't got a rim on it
Just like my song she made me get on it
Yo bitch want tip now she wanna spit on it
Talkin my shit now wipe a boy hunnids
Greatest of all time greatest that done it
Claim that you killed we know that you bluffin
Pockets like turkey bitch you stuffin
I am up first never up last
Look to the future not my past
Feel like I'm Iayze I'm ON it
Feel like a hermit I cover my back
People they come and they leave
Look at the game like its outta my league
Better catch up to my speed
Shawty want something she leave
Ain't no drama with me
I feel isolated like they love and hate me but I don't even know where to go
People they ask about me but don't care about me
They just doing it all for the show
I ran back to the basics out the mud like ASICS
Put my mask back on my feelings don't blow
Gotta steal the bases got to pick up pace got to get myself right back at home
And I hope you proud of me
Know I'll never be
What you are gonna be and that's ok
Man this reality
Tt felt like it's a dream
And I don't even have the words to say
It's all I can think about so I can't believe that im still standing today
Music my enemy therapeutic beat the fusion
I don't even break out the bank
Boy im broke
Man im tired of cappin
I don't even like the rapping
I just knew I was better than that then the beats that I couldn't make were lackin
Now im caught lackin
Wipe a nose like napkins
Lick yo fingers like chapstick
Man I'm geekin
Lost my bro that's tragic
Dang I can't even imagine
And yea that's 1 2 3 4
Nomad is about to blow
5 6 7 8 I gotta push to take the game
9 10 11 like them rats outside don't count it mane
Feel like Ratatouille had to prove myself to change the game
Anxiety pushing me out of control
Ain't no distractions to keep me on hold
No friends and no people to keep me at home
Most times I don't even feel like I'm whole
Eating enough I don't need me a platter
Life get so hard by the day and it's faster
I'm wearing these chains like a slave to the massa
I'm past it I feel like a bastard you taxing
I'm rambling
Man this song kinda sick it's sampling
Feeling quite opposite line an antonym
Keep the w up I'm a champion
It do not matter the situation
In continuation
I'm frustrated
Losing the gang looking tainted
I don't even know my acquaintance
I feel like I'm fainting
But I'm trapped and I cannot reframe it

Written by:
Isaac Hilts

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