Nomad No Home - Halo (feat. Poet)

I said oh Lord guess it's time to change the tempo
808s thumping through my head I'm going mental
Shenegone on my left shoulder with the death note
Take an L when I swipe a pen with a left stroke
I said hell no I will not pretend to be your friend though
Lyrics let the chamber press the flow forget the tempo
Presto, make it disappear when I say so
Just cause I got wings doesn't mean I got a halo
Imma wave the wand like presto,
Fairy godfather like Wanda and cosmo.
Wishin for a fat bag honcho
Head over heels make the sound like a rhino
Tried to call me out boy you is not slick though
Cuz I came out innocent with a halo
Now I'm steady gotta count all this paper gotta eat it daily just like all that Guapo
Es in mundo loco en el que vivimos
Bad lil shawty got the buns like burritos
Count up the queso get the bag and add some Mayo
Shawty in love heart is erupting like a volcano
Saying I'm stupid you crazy
Homies on the court callin shoot like they JB
Got 35 like I'm KD save up them racks spend them up with groupies
I am the big dog please do not bark at me you is the little bunny little Judy
Call late at night and you seem a lil moody
Running it up hitting that toosie
I said oh Lord guess it's time to change the tempo
808s thumping through my head I'm going mental
Shenegone on my left shoulder with the death note
Take an L when I swipe a pen with a left stroke
I said hell no I will not pretend to be your friend though
Lyrics let the chamber press the flow forget the tempo
Presto, make it disappear when I say so
Just cause I got wings doesn't mean I got a halo
I know people from the outside say my rhymes they is pathetic
If that was the case yo girl would not say I'm angelic
Ain't no cap in my own rap every syllable is prophetic
Third eye really open gotta focus on synthetics
I gotta make my own way (move)
Cuz the way that they see me ain't nun happening
I gotta pave it so straight
I cannot veer or turn towards distractions
Got a lil grip on the whip call that traction
Drillin hard like I'm trappin Manhattan
Toxic hoes cut em off like subtraction
No Home Brand coming up big attraction
Turn up the volume let's make a moshpit
Catching the bid jus like it's an auction
Money so green woulda thought I'm a Martian
Certified Flexer so please use the caution
Got me a halo but y'all think I'm rotten
Would touring from LA to Wisconsin
Planting all the beats like we in a garden
Gotta get the bag that's my only option

Written by:
Ethan Kimrey, Isaac Hilts

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